The budding leaves look like they've already dried up outside my window
The crocuses are glad that they don't have to push their way out through snow
And as for me, I've locked myself up in this cozy attic, I'm home
But down the stairs my clothes are getting in sardine formation to go
Empty spaces where there shouldn't be
Silences instead of pattering feet
When I've settled down, you're more than welcome to come around
That's if I ever leave
This tarot reader knows that I'm in transit, though she's never met me
She's going to get me hooked on all these pseudosciences, what's up with numerology?
Just say my name and watch the stars align, they say that things come in threes
So when something wicked this way comes I'll have to face it because I'm ready
Empty spaces where there shouldn't be
You're living your life and I'm waiting
When I've settled down, you're more than welcome to come around
But who knows what you'll see
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
Keep track of me on Insta @purpleproseandposies
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