4 Circle East You haunt my dreams And my nightmares And my thoughts And my ideas of happiness and others.
Every fictional house is you Every read kitchen and bedroom and neighborhood They're all you Every fictional character Must live in you Bc the books I like have happy endings And everyday lovelinessΒ Β Splashed with an adventure now and again and that's you
4 Circle East, You've got an island A park A willow And me But I shouldn't be there I am the thing that doesn't belong and yet there I am Who has who? Do you have me? Or have I trapped you? Refusing to let you go Clutching you with tiny hands That however small still have the strength to hold you seemingly forever Or is it you who's doing the holding? Wanting to be loved and remembered As something more sacred than just some house I guess we're holding each other But I can't hold you anymore Not in that way My hands, bigger now, Need to rest I suspect you do too Afterall you're just a house You don't even have hands to hold things in Just rooms that have long since changed Since the last time I saw them Empty and leaving you
So how do we do this, 4 Circle East? If you got any ideas I'm open to suggestions