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.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
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.)
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