A house. A green house upon a hill, hidden from downtown by tall bamboo Sprouts.…
People Don’t Talk There
People Don’t Talk There
by: Maddison Smith
People don’t talk there
Only whisper in the corners
It taste like ink
Thats on the paper
It smells like a new house
But it’s my house when I’m lonely
There are more books that I can
Imagine
The words that you read,
Can take you anywhere
I’m talking about the library
Its my life