I live on a street with golden houses,
that shimmers as the sun goes down.
Lost forests have carefully hidden my secrets,
tucked away from the rest of the town.
I live on a hill that’s built on money,
that buries the musical passion I so heavily desire.
Looking out and over towards the people I love,
their incredible eyes set my lungs on fire.
I live on a family who holds on by mere threads,
picking Spanish roses and laughing even when their green.
Between walls so thin my thick thighs break them,
but they’re the sweetest thighs he’s ever seen.
I live on a fantasy I just can’t get over,
where he looks inside me and simply glows.
But I live in a golden house that shimmers in the evening,
a golden house that no one knows.
By Sophie Pass