Slow
roots tear the concrete
rip apart the old blacktop
a slow eruption
Just
Presently we sit,
nursing an awkward silence.
You were just kidding.
Room
my blood runs colder
when he snaps his long fingers
silencing the room
Writer
Slow
roots tear the concrete
rip apart the old blacktop
a slow eruption
Just
Presently we sit,
nursing an awkward silence.
You were just kidding.
Room
my blood runs colder
when he snaps his long fingers
silencing the room