It is the hardest to wake up
in shambles.
Your day is a mixture
of soft memories
and crushing nostalgia.
Do you remember?
The rooftop with
gardens and gazebos
and warmth for us to grow?
I forgot how close
it always was,
how wrong it all feels
because nothing grows there
anymore.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
It is the hardest to wake up
in shambles.
Your day is a mixture
of soft memories
and crushing nostalgia.
Do you remember?
The rooftop with
gardens and gazebos
and warmth for us to grow?
I forgot how close
it always was,
how wrong it all feels
because nothing grows there
anymore.
