The opaque re-written rain
wrote it's tragedies across the asphalt.
The sky was on a smoke break,
smudging the trees with the loneliest form of comfort.
Forgotten folk tales stayed unimportant,
Memories like cursive written apologies
tied with greeting cards and a whole lot of
"get well soon"
The weather never liked company,
changed its mind without turn signals,
A whole new way to love; unexpected.
Take your coffee and your faded tattoos and run,
Far away from love,
Far away from frames.
Stay golden or smudge,
Just promise to stay the same
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
The opaque re-written rain
wrote it's tragedies across the asphalt.
The sky was on a smoke break,
smudging the trees with the loneliest form of comfort.
Forgotten folk tales stayed unimportant,
Memories like cursive written apologies
tied with greeting cards and a whole lot of
"get well soon"
The weather never liked company,
changed its mind without turn signals,
A whole new way to love; unexpected.
Take your coffee and your faded tattoos and run,
Far away from love,
Far away from frames.
Stay golden or smudge,
Just promise to stay the same