la la landA Poem by August
rusted door opened to butterflies and bones
vines paint the walls, pallid mushrooms photos of you and i from that december dust collected on your violin and the dying ember hums from the kitchen, smell of boiling tea this the land where your heart gets to live my kisses brushing you where your cat scraped me on the counter, you in my shirt- enamored let's bake bread, humming your favourite tune let's mold a pot, wet hands glued together let's go on a drive, our laughs intertwined let's make a home, stitching our hearts together the walls still murmur the words i never spoke if i did, perhaps my hollow heart would've echoed maybe then this wouldn't be a house but a home a home where you wouldn't be a lingering thought but vows engraved in my bones © 2025 AugustAuthor's Note
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