13 February 2013
A sense of finality fills the air, Nothing to see yet all I can do is stare.
Rocking back and forth on a worn out seat, Electric fire blazing but I can't feel the heat
A cat on my lap, I wish I could remember his name, It's on the tip of my tongue.. what was I saying again?
I'm waiting for daddy to come and take me away, I've been here a while but I know he will come some day.
I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. I know it's not true, Sometimes I can't stop that voice coming through.
I think I'll make toast and nice cup of tea, Oh Jenkins, how did you get up here upon my knee?
Tea And Toast • Opuss № I