here.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
A lousy poem for the lousy mood
The only place I want to be at is the spot right next to you.

-Dedicated to someone out there.
I’m really tired of this.
I _________ my family.
Together we walk,
Together we talk.
That’s how it should be.
But it isn’t.

If it’s never gonna change,
I’d rather stay home.
I’d call you over and
Have a sleepover.
Kindred spirits into the night we flee
Away to the moon; fly with me.