There’s something about the light crashing against the walls, or maybe it’s the way her sheets lie on the floor, the way scattered textbooks bleed into the carpet, the way her
Faded doors, Faded lives. Hearts will always sacrifice The things we want, The things we need, And at the end, Our hearts impede This lie we live Of up and down And all
I’m looking back, As I oft do when thinking of you And I wonder, Are you remembering those times, too? If I asked you, what would you say? I’m looking back,
Still here a child of the mud and meadow With sunshine curls and eyes of darkest pine There’s one from whom our hopes and dreams will grow. With feet that dance unclad
I’m not sure how long I’ve been at it— Walking aimlessly for miles, Straying further and further away From the oasis of your embrace. With no real reason to escape More
I would give you all the stars in my eyes. I would weave you silks from my hair, And build you palaces of my bones In the midst of forests grown from my
We mourn because the world is broken. The deserts and the forests, all cracked, fissured in the fixture, a vessel split and leaking blood and oil into the water, the air, the soil, the valleys, the heights.
You could say I’m sad: Sad for all the friends I could have made, All the wonders I could have felt. Sad for all the smiles I could have seen, All the days I could have loved.