I miss it here,
Under this pale street lamp
Dry winds and conversing frogs
With the prayers of the mantis,
unheard by any God.
How I love it here,
With it's depressing skies and diamond stars
Only exsisting to show off how "pretty" they all are
But though at times I do miss it here
Now I only miss you more
Memories haunt me
Of the times I had spent here within this space unknown
The green doors of my past, closed,
Forever more.
The chaos behind me
As I sit here, On this decaying porch
Missing you...
And wishing you could be sitting here too.
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
I miss it here,
Under this pale street lamp
Dry winds and conversing frogs
With the prayers of the mantis,
unheard by any God.
How I love it here,
With it's depressing skies and diamond stars
Only exsisting to show off how "pretty" they all are
But though at times I do miss it here
Now I only miss you more
Memories haunt me
Of the times I had spent here within this space unknown
The green doors of my past, closed,
Forever more.
The chaos behind me
As I sit here, On this decaying porch
Missing you...
And wishing you could be sitting here too.
