Is this what I feel i need to do
This ghost house
This feeling
I've been here a while
and I feel the walls get painted on me
The taste of oxymorons and poetry help
music is gold in a house of silver
And I am truly indigenous to the sound of some whimsy feeling
the winter blues arises
and the comfort of my bed is needed
or maybe I lack a friend and a lover
in myself
This poem is about:
Me