Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Crept

Heavenly stitched damn my leg itches
Fingers Matilda, you seep through these witches
Vodka and wine enthralled in some other time
Wasting away behind walls of your sublime

It was easier back then
wall to wall carpet and velvet couches
no curtains had we
some velour blinds and small kitchen
So easy when the lights went out
So easy when the dark crept in
I just did did it in
Now I just go out and don't say a thing.

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