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letra de pós-espaço 02 - realidade - hheennrrii

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when i was a child
i’d come home from school to an empty house
my father had flown the coop
my mother worked as a maid in a hotel
it was lonely
so i brought in this baby squirrel i’d found
and kept it in a shoebox
and then one day, when i can home
he looked… sickly
he was dead already, but i didn’t know that
i’d forgotten to feed him for a couple days
so i took him out of the box, layed him on the table
and i prayed my heart out for several hours
when my mother came home
and found us she screamed bl–dy murder
and picked him up and thrеw him in the garbage
she workеd hard, my mother
she was exhausted
she couldn’t have known how cruel that was
but i cried and cried, saying
“god didn’t answer my prayers”
i remember, my mother
standing, pouring herself a whiskey
– the martin family cure for everything
she looked at me and laughed
“god always answers our prayers
it’s just rarely the answer we’re looking for”

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