And to think
that there still seasons
where I
keep up with
what you posted.
I don't know
when I'll stop this,
but I can't help but
see a Townhouse
in New York
every time
I close my eyes,
and I see
that we could be
a family.
Not like the rest,
we'd confess
as you'd dress up
and I'd hold you closer.
You'd tell me a fable
I'd love that your name
is just two syllables.
Would you wanna
leave this state
for somethin' greater?
I can't help but think
this town is too small
and everyone's hatin'.
Someone, please,
tell me if it's
a trope for the small-townees
to never let things
go- They never let it go.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)
PoesíaPoetry that straggles the heartstrings. (You don't have to have read the first book.)