Oct 23, 2025
I painted the house
I painted the rooms with the love
My mother gave me growing up
I filled the cushions with it
Had plenty of it left
I made the sheets out of the love
I was Taught to give
I supposed was needed to make a house
The windows were old
And I hope none of it escaped through the Marcos
And when we where there on the bed
And I wanted to hold you
You said no
And when I wanted to kiss you
You flinched
I didn’t know something else was needed
I didn’t know what else was needed
I was so young inside
You were so hurt inside
Maybe a doctor
Maybe pain
Not love though
