Hidden Flags
You remind me of how this suburban life could be so much more
than this sea of green and speckled grey if only you would open up you heart.
But these hidden flags that you keep up that fly a mix from every shade and colour of an
emotional spectrum
But you’re the cold and distant rocky shore on the horizon of,
An otherwise dull yet peaceful sea
You remind of how this suburban life could be so much more
Than the domestic lull of pots and pans and telephones and old wooden floors
That formed the near perfectly flawed and broken picture of hidden fights and troubles
Of what we once called home
But you’re the cold and distant rocky shore on the horizon of,
An otherwise dull yet peaceful sea
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