
A vacant lot, a chain link fence
I haven’t been back to Orange Street since
Mama spun our Chevy away
Gravel flyin’ down the long driveway
Tire swing twistin’ in the arms of a tree
White lace curtains wavin’ back at me
Two hands on the wheel, nails ragged and chewed
Good-bye to the house of black and blue
House of black and blue
Part of me still lives in you
A bird with broken wings
Can’t fly away
House of black and blue
Now your bones are broken too
The dust of all your dreams
Just swept away
I cut my teeth on whiskey’s breath
Hidin’ in the haze of their cigarettes
I taught myself how to smell a lie
I’ll know that stench ‘til the day I die
Lightnin’ bugs glowin’ in a mayonnaise jar
Strugglin’ to be free but can’t get far
Curled up in covers pulled around my ears
Whisperin’ a prayer to disappear
House of black and blue
I keep touching these old wounds
These pieces of the past
You seem to own
House of black and blue
That voice in the dark is you
Gone but not forgiven
A ghost called home
© 2016 Donna Shelton
You are awesome!! I’m so proud of you😘
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I can hear my own music to these words but would love to hear yours sometime. More beautiful words and bravery!
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I can see it and feel it. ❤️
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I want to hear the music that goes with these words Donna. I have a picture in my head from your words and I see that sad little girl. Keep writing my Friend! Love you Lady!
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