Walking around together,
I hope we walk the same.
Darkness will come,
in this dream and weather.
This city,
Is where I’ll dig my grave.
The breeze and twisters,
falling trees and flowers,
Rolling heaps of dried leaves
and broken brooms and rakes
walk behind me.
I hope we walk the same.
Tag: life
Missing You
To speak of lost friends,
To speak of lost laughs and broken promises and lost truths.
That I love you, that I need you, that I’ll be there for you.
That you are the only one; that we are best together;
That these are now lost to the times that we once knew,
That all I can do is remind you of these times that we once knew.
To speak of being alone without you,
To dream of your presence just to feel better.
To speak of how you listen when I talk,
How each time I see you, my breath feels renewed;
How these are now lost to the times that we once knew,
How all I can do is remind you of these times that we once knew,
And speak like I am fine and nothing was missed nor forgotten;
I may fall to the floor and crumble.
I don’t want to speak of you.
I don’t want to miss you.