An Honest Trade

Poetry, Fiction

Wearing all your black and white

Walking to my funeral

Cashing in your stars tonight

Come find me

Running to your hotel room

Tearing up my words; and lies

Cashing in your dreams tonight

Push me away

Your empty rooms made up of glass

Less of you and more of me

Cashing in your memories tonight

You’ve found me

Clearly you were wrong again

Because I know you're always mine

Cashing in your freedom tonight

I’ve found you

Author's Note

Let me know what thoughts followed you through the words :)