Spoopy_Mouse

What if we held a scrap of the fabric of the world
And put it to our face to feel it’s ragged softness
I saw you standing in the library
Leafing through To The Lighthouse
I could’ve kissed you there

The sky! The sky!
Morning orange kisses the earth
It is beautiful for it is something
The other nothings and I admire the sunrise

I've built a house in my mind
With all the sensory details that comfort me

       There once was a brother and sister whose mother was the most beautiful witch. She tied flowers into the sister’s hair and taught them to make potions.

Is it the same boat we row round the sun?
I'd rather stay in a place time ignores
The hole we homed in, is it the same one?
Mine was warm enough, you'd never need more

Keeping me sleeping in rose-tinted dreams

How I have loved you for nothing at all
With wild hopes you'd give me all you offered
Love is the only cure for feeling small
Am I to write the life left unauthored?

Promises of comfort on couches kept