cherry stripes

line dry only

forget me, forget me
forget me
forgot me
maybe I will forget you

detesting the ends of the rope I've climbed
is far from the happy endings I dreamed

and you don't care
where are the tree's songs now?
living my days without end
never seemed so long
and the purpose has grown colder
without you in it

material possessions
confessions in bed and on paper
with pens running out
and doodles on my windows
scaring birds and streaking signs

the summer will tell, when i
run
away

escape




exactly


escape