It's like missing a place you've never been to,
But when you get there nothing's the same.
Like crying over a movie,
for people who you can always blame.
It was like building a wooden heart up,
to sail it into the fire lit sunset.
The only hope we have is the one we remember,
but it tastes like smoke and regret in my lungs.
Like seeing another life you were meant to live,
but upon arrival you were too late.
Monday, July 13, 2015
the broken carousel
I loved the way you would say my name,
as if it was safe in your mouth.
you are the one
I wanted most to stay
but time
can never be kept at bay
the more it goes
the more it's gone
the more it takes
You are a dream I wish I hadn't slept through
within it i fell deeper than your heart would care to let you.
I thought you were a keeper, till the day our feet fell through
and hit the ground harder than dreams should let you
gravel face first
reading all the books i've read about,
I see artwork, hang on the hooks
find the love, i've only read about in books.
Like the sun to the night, a momentary gold tarnished in the nooks.
The lonely kite lost in flight,
someone once flew.
the briefest moment-
the longest in my mind.
How I envy the half of me that lived,
before loves dues.
A crumpled note tossed on my bedroom floor,
and old photograph pressed between a book.
I lie waiting to be found-
lost things to be found and remember what they once meant to you.
Before a carousal of memories spinning round-
when history was before us
now a sad overplayed verse.
As I start to wake,
I loved with my wayward heart,
until the day it broke.
as if it was safe in your mouth.
you are the one
I wanted most to stay
but time
can never be kept at bay
the more it goes
the more it's gone
the more it takes
You are a dream I wish I hadn't slept through
within it i fell deeper than your heart would care to let you.
I thought you were a keeper, till the day our feet fell through
and hit the ground harder than dreams should let you
gravel face first
reading all the books i've read about,
I see artwork, hang on the hooks
find the love, i've only read about in books.
Like the sun to the night, a momentary gold tarnished in the nooks.
The lonely kite lost in flight,
someone once flew.
the briefest moment-
the longest in my mind.
How I envy the half of me that lived,
before loves dues.
A crumpled note tossed on my bedroom floor,
and old photograph pressed between a book.
I lie waiting to be found-
lost things to be found and remember what they once meant to you.
Before a carousal of memories spinning round-
when history was before us
now a sad overplayed verse.
As I start to wake,
I loved with my wayward heart,
until the day it broke.
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