I miss what was:
The late nights,
Street lights,
Midnight diners,
And old music.
I think to myself
How lonely this is,
When the past
Was so splendid.
They're memories
That should make me smile;
They only empty me --
Isolate my heart,
And show me what
I no longer have.
The small cracks
Become canyons
That you can't fill,
Look what we are:
Distant stars,
Drifting apart.
Lonely satellites,
Singing to ourselves
In the depthless
Void.
Perhaps I'll find,
In due time,
Some lovely light,
Somewhere,
In the sky,
And we can sing,
Together.
Yes, we can sing,
Perhaps forever.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
I miss what was:
The late nights,
Street lights,
Midnight diners,
And old music.
I think to myself
How lonely this is,
When the past
Was so splendid.
They're memories
That should make me smile;
They only empty me --
Isolate my heart,
And show me what
I no longer have.
The small cracks
Become canyons
That you can't fill,
Look what we are:
Distant stars,
Drifting apart.
Lonely satellites,
Singing to ourselves
In the depthless
Void.
Perhaps I'll find,
In due time,
Some lovely light,
Somewhere,
In the sky,
And we can sing,
Together.
Yes, we can sing,
Perhaps forever.
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