the ghost of you always
behind my eyes
never finished the conversation
about the future
...
with a voice like
a clear subzero
middle of january morning
he sang, whispered
...
i couldn't help but notice
that you hug the center line
when you drive at night.
stay close with danger, all the time.
...
it's nights like these where all i want
is to go. so i'm packing
up my backpack, leaving tomorrow
morning, preferably.
...
nobody sings love songs anymore
only,
the world is dying and
so are we
...
he had a different kind
of future with each girl,
the blonde was a blue picket fence,
a well paying job
...
he makes music
beautiful notes fall
from his lips
melody to an unknown love story
...
trim it down
the extra frivolous frills
of sunlit eyes
and moonbeam passion
...
and i'll be here for you
my friend
when you fall.
i've read the end of
...