Where We're Meant To Be

Sitting by a doorway of dark

The stars are dancing proudly

You look up to catch a wink

From those flowing glory

Nothing shall be the same as yesterday

Though maybe tomorrow won't come

And your left selling shells

With a ferris wheel as your only fun

This time just seems to float away

Though it's not actually there 

A lunacy picnic engulfed me

While you were watching for stairs

A holding moment shall pass on by

And we shall never meet

Again.  

For marked graves and fragile ghosts

Will blow away this meadow sun

And chirping heat in summers glee

Shall see me become one. 

Author's Note

well feedback is appreciated, and i would like to know if this is as shit as i believe it to be.