Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The Notes Etched Along Our Arms

Why would you take all the skeletons out the closet?

I remember the music still trapped in their bones.

I could've hummed it for you.

I could've sung us to sleep.

5 comments:

Courtney said...

If only "could've" held anything other than regret

(beautiful writing, as usual)

z.ky said...

Beautiful :) Thank you.

Anonymous said...

This is honestly the most beautiful thing I've ever read.

SSH Gratis said...

great word..

timthe said...

I'm sorry