A Haunted House

We
Slept too hard
For too many nights
We
Felt it hard
All the black and white

We
Know it now
It's a haunted space
We
Hear your sound
As it resonates
Resonates

We
Are like things
We fall apart
We
Aren't that tree
Standing up strong

We
Start to talk
It's a fucking mess
We
Still have love
After the wreck
Wreck

Artwork compliments of Ashley Leatherman

You
Are only what
You create
I
Am a photograph
Of a window pane

You
Wrote a song
To feel less powerless
I
Listened hard
But felt emptiness
Emptiness

You
Fell in love
With the wooden bones
I
Stared at glass
Ready to move on

You
Became a part
Of this house
I
Became tired
Ready to get out
Out

You
Explained to me
It's a part of you
I
Don't understand
But I know it's true

You
Tell me, Love
There's history
I
Only feel
All the empty dreams
Dreams

You
Are draped in white
With blackened eyes
I
Make sure to leave
A piece of us behind

You
Are a spirit here
Inside these walls
I
Feel your loneliness
Haunting the halls
Halls

For more by Ashley Leatherman visit @ashbrittphotography