Empty meaningless words hastily scrawled over half torn - bits of paper Still reek of a heart, long lost to despair prey to twisted tongues and shallow sugarcoated taunts (reminiscent of an innocence relinquished by years of growing up)
Sometimes by the moon light, a pale trembling hand still reaches for them instinctively (trying to resurrect a poet long dead.)
I close my eyes to visit my safe place It’s a town that welcomes me Every time I need it, it pulls me in But lately it’s slowly decaying Naked roses Silent birds Washed out colors of my orange shirts Unripe sour fruits Melodious winds ambling all mute Day without clouds Night without stars My back against the, Blue paint peeling off the walls
And maybe you can join me Take my photos with your polaroid camera Drowned in the unblossomed daisies Gentle shadows of glassy fantasies Slowly drifting in my backyard Where we sit humming to our untuned guitar
But you must go Only I can stay You are just a figment of my imagination Maybe everything is, I don’t know what is true I’ve lived here for far too long But now this town is throwing me out Maybe I should go too
But I know I am going to stay
My perfect world is slowly breaking apart. Is it my time to leave now? Is it too late to leave?