| poetry 209 |
[Nov. 14th, 2009|10:28 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ghosts - Laura Marling | ] |
I once planted a garden that smelled dewy and sweet
They followed the aromas down the hot pavements,
The nectar of the summer air delivered them to me
But the wind was far too dry and no water could save them
We once built a house on top of my dead garden
To try and construct something new and complete
But once we were finished our hearts, they were hardened
And once the door closed it blew up in the street
They once told me stories of places I've been to
I don't remember much of the truth that they said
The sickly beginnings and the sickest of endings
Have told me I want to go back before I'm dead
I once rode a plane to see worldly sites
The worlds no one ever wants me to see
But what's part of my world now is different and might
Actually be the better life for me
You once wrote me a song and told me how to sing along
But I didn't think it sounded right, And
Sometimes I feel like my ancient feelings are lonely and wrong
I look up to the clouds that combine and distort the light
It reminds me of you on this desolate, cold night. |
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