So what's it like there, you and your lovely woes?
The only question that I ask tonight
Is lost in some oceans out of your sight
Like it always is, me and my portless prose.
So, what's it like there?
Says a friend, but not so dear.
The distance have us night and day,
Or maybe I should just say happy birthday.
And now, if you look out from my window,
What you can't see is all that I possess:
The tacid flame in dry leaves won't fit with your dress
Since the city you live, like you, loves to drizzle.
I can see you there, in the rainiest of dark,
And every drop of you leaves me a lonesome mark.
The distance have us night and day,
Or maybe should I just say happy birthday.
10/13/2015
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