Household ceilings, corners frayed,
Mold of green and webs of grey,
A creature so small waits with grace,
Spinning dreams of faded days.
I don’t believe in love, not quite, not at all. Despite this, I know I must have loved someone, or something, at some point in this life. ...
Household ceilings, corners frayed,
Mold of green and webs of grey,
A creature so small waits with grace,
Spinning dreams of faded days.