By & by
Backwards
Forwards.
A day of mine (I think)
Goes by. briskly and open.
Seconds of an hour
Haunters grow from them
Wil-o-the-wisps
On a crisp white noon.
The fertilizer is you
Rather
A ghost of you
Still residing
Inside of me (I don't mind really)
This sentient ectoplasm is
Not sad; it's warmth.
Sayonara aspartame
And hello sweet acceptance
Acceptance:
I'm left hazy,
& dreamy.
Your fireflies will go off and on
But;
Everytime you float around
I will look for you.
Everytime.
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
By & by
Backwards
Forwards.
A day of mine (I think)
Goes by. briskly and open.
Seconds of an hour
Haunters grow from them
Wil-o-the-wisps
On a crisp white noon.
The fertilizer is you
Rather
A ghost of you
Still residing
Inside of me (I don't mind really)
This sentient ectoplasm is
Not sad; it's warmth.
Sayonara aspartame
And hello sweet acceptance
Acceptance:
I'm left hazy,
& dreamy.
Your fireflies will go off and on
But;
Everytime you float around
I will look for you.
Everytime.
words aren't enough.
