CampfiresA Poem by Sidewalk
You know I like to reminisce I’m eighteen years and getting pissed
I light a cigarette and miss the flame’s to close to eyelashes
I know comfort in a memory and future’s in the dark
Present’s only consistency is someone’s broken heart
There’s a lot we best forget late night calls and loneliness
and I know you questioned this, you’re beautiful I must insist
mostly melancholy I remained and you glowed like campfires in the rain © 2009 Sidewalk |
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