Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Be. There.

often i wonder aloud
could it be you who's waiting
- but that's the role i've taken
it's selfish and mistaken
are you home now? i can be there
i just need that parchment paper invite
written in calligraphy
the missteps of all that i romanticize
are dancing on my heart
i'm shocked and torn apart
i never mean to miss, your s.o.s.
the best of us had broken off
and fallen to the sea
where it slowly came undone
and turned into debris

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