the city submerged
I'll probably think this is shit later. but as of right now I can find meaning in all the elements of this.. wrote it tonight, rather unexpectedly. man, Im distraught. I really am. otherwise I wouldnt think of sharing this, especially since I wrote it in my private sketch journal. but Im thinking a couple pieces will be polished off and given as valentines presents. man I used to love valentines day. fuck.
now that my favorite shirt smells like smoke,
my mind is as riddled as the dreams Ive been having.
Im afraid of what they evoke -
all the memories once worth saving.
theyre all running together.
those worlds will never be together.
I awoke to just cold morning creeping up my skin,
only cold air chilling up my spine,
chords trilling in my mind.
give us a city, we'll find where we like to hide.
on rainy days, where we'd like to live.
I spied last night from the balcony -
a light bulb stood from a weathered brick wall of a church in the alley.
the drops pattered it as any other.
the rain filled the fountain where Id found you,
flowed the river into the streets.
submerged, I heard -
chords trilling in my mind.
I hope its not just me who understands this. I hope its not shit like I will think it is tomorrow.
this pulls from a few actual events. my dreams lately, walking through savannah on a rainy mlk day, that alley I had a strange liking to, and, well, that fountain..
now that my favorite shirt smells like smoke,
my mind is as riddled as the dreams Ive been having.
Im afraid of what they evoke -
all the memories once worth saving.
theyre all running together.
those worlds will never be together.
I awoke to just cold morning creeping up my skin,
only cold air chilling up my spine,
chords trilling in my mind.
give us a city, we'll find where we like to hide.
on rainy days, where we'd like to live.
I spied last night from the balcony -
a light bulb stood from a weathered brick wall of a church in the alley.
the drops pattered it as any other.
the rain filled the fountain where Id found you,
flowed the river into the streets.
submerged, I heard -
chords trilling in my mind.
I hope its not just me who understands this. I hope its not shit like I will think it is tomorrow.
this pulls from a few actual events. my dreams lately, walking through savannah on a rainy mlk day, that alley I had a strange liking to, and, well, that fountain..