You're the dark blue hue set over the beauty of untravelled worlds
Drawing me back to the blanket of a comforting home
Drowning me in sickly sweet memories
Turning my hopes and my dreams to pointless could of beens
You're the poloroids stuck to the shabby cabin walls
A constant burning reminder of what I left behind
A snapshot of a non-existent place
That I yearn so hard to go home and find
You're an anxious longing for untouched perfection
I wish to hold it in my gentle hands
A love for the soft yet constant melody
Of an old song from my favourite band
You hold me back, hugging me in the comfort of your wooden arms
I'm oblivious that the plane I board will turn your wood to charcoal
And my perfect metallic palace
Will rust in the acid rain
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
You're the dark blue hue set over the beauty of untravelled worlds
Drawing me back to the blanket of a comforting home
Drowning me in sickly sweet memories
Turning my hopes and my dreams to pointless could of beens
You're the poloroids stuck to the shabby cabin walls
A constant burning reminder of what I left behind
A snapshot of a non-existent place
That I yearn so hard to go home and find
You're an anxious longing for untouched perfection
I wish to hold it in my gentle hands
A love for the soft yet constant melody
Of an old song from my favourite band
You hold me back, hugging me in the comfort of your wooden arms
I'm oblivious that the plane I board will turn your wood to charcoal
And my perfect metallic palace
Will rust in the acid rain
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