You will become a fantasy where we never change and I can't help falling in love with when I'm with you.
I was with you. And now, now nobody's home and I can't stop It's too late for goodbyes so let me go love, don't leave me waiting I can wait forever because endings are beginnings;
"Don't panic," you once said on the hill.
I'm on the hill.
And I panic.
Au revoir, you said. *Au revoir.
This is my so-so attempt at writing a poem made up of song titles in my oh-so depressing December playlist. I would like to do this more often because I really like the idea. (I come up with good ideas when I'm supposed to be writing an inhumane number of papers, apparently.)