Theres something so vulnerable 
About tying my shoes, 
Wait till i, can stand back up 
To kiss you. 

Theres something so sad 
About empty rooms 
Especially the ones
we gravitate to 

When the snow melts
and the sun brews.
I have the time 
to gaze Into you

Tender kisses 
In lonesome cabins 
resting till, 
next years glimpse 

But what you don’t know 
Is the way that I hope 
home will follow 
us wherever we go. 

Perhaps its me 
And my unease 
Burnt from the fire of 
A tender beating 

Perhaps its you 
Making new rules 
What do we know? 
To be true? 

When the snow melts
and the sun brews.
I have the time 
to gaze Into you

Tender kisses 
In lonesome cabins 
resting till, 
next years glimpse 

But what you don’t know 
Is the way that I hope 
home will follow 
us wherever we go.

the lonley room

bon iver and elliot smith would have to be my favorite artists. I think I write similar to billie eilish and lizzy mcalpine. thanks for visiting

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