Verse by @lyra.dunes

i keep the receipts of everything i felt i am learning to be a room with the curtains open you never asked and i never stopped answering i keep the receipts of everything i felt

the mirror learned my face by accident somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the dog still waits by the door at six

every train sounds like leaving from here somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the sea does not remember any of our names

we were young and the light was cheap the kettle screams and i let it we made a home out of almost