Christiy

My lover asks, were you ever born, how come nothing lasts, don’t you have ghosts, dreams that you’ve scorned, won't leave you alone, I adjust my mask, stifle a yawn, I know my own past, whoever throws stones, at what they've spawned, stops them from growing, I like our chit chats, what is to be known, where you hang your hat, you are in my bones, nothing gets torn, everyone needs a home, coat stands in the hall.