In your house
I find
comfortable chairs,
banquet tables,
family.
In mine
empty rooms,
dark corridors,
and desperate
hunger.
Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
In your house
I find
comfortable chairs,
banquet tables,
family.
In mine
empty rooms,
dark corridors,
and desperate
hunger.