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faded lace and lacklustre skies
sweet routine of this delicate house
raindrops are falling on sugar coat smiles
teeth clink together like unused china plates
those ones in the cupboard that we're not allowed to touch
steam rises from coffee cup mornings
mourning the loss of me and you
who knows where we went
lost somewhere in small talk and contentedness
how was your day
good
the weather was nice today
yeah it was
anything exciting happen today
just the usual
it's getting late
goodnight
smiles traded over lace topped tables and lukewarm tea
a million stories in a million houses all the same
we ghost through this house in a plea for our pattern
sew together the rips with conversations about nothing
when something happens so slowly and so painlessly
you have all the time in the world to catch it
but why would we feel the need to when all was calm
we were content and in place of happiness we accepted it
like when a glass slowly shifts to the edge of the table
but no one reaches for it for the fear of pushing it off
so it is allowed to slip closer and closer and in the end
is the calm of just waiting worth the time we have wasted
raindrops are falling on sugar coat smiles
teeth clink together like unused china plates
those ones in the cupboard that we're not allowed to touch
steam rises from coffee cup mornings
mourning the loss of me and you
who knows where we went
lost somewhere in small talk and contentedness
how was your day
good
the weather was nice today
yeah it was
anything exciting happen today
just the usual
it's getting late
goodnight
smiles traded over lace topped tables and lukewarm tea
a million stories in a million houses all the same
we ghost through this house in a plea for our pattern
sew together the rips with conversations about nothing
when something happens so slowly and so painlessly
you have all the time in the world to catch it
but why would we feel the need to when all was calm
we were content and in place of happiness we accepted it
like when a glass slowly shifts to the edge of the table
but no one reaches for it for the fear of pushing it off
so it is allowed to slip closer and closer and in the end
is the calm of just waiting worth the time we have wasted
Published 2nd May 2017
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2nd May 2017 1:09pm
"a million stories in a million houses all the same"
done. exceptionally well done.
"when something happens so slowly and so painlessly
you have all the time in the world to catch it
but why would we feel the need to when all was calm "
loved the layered delivery here NQ! exceptional spill, indeed!
done. exceptionally well done.
"when something happens so slowly and so painlessly
you have all the time in the world to catch it
but why would we feel the need to when all was calm "
loved the layered delivery here NQ! exceptional spill, indeed!
3rd May 2017 6:52am
