Saturday, November 6, 2010

back to oaktrees in the spring

I'm left in this state of loneliness.
This loneliness that feeds on the arguments and loud voices in this house.

I want to go back to last night when things were like a dream.
Even the lighting depicted a movie moment where strangers meet for the first time.
The tension slowly fades as words break the air.
Smiles turn into sentences.

Stranger, let me get closer.
Can you aid in diffusing the bitterness in my mind?
Maybe we can be each other's good company and forget about the cold, piercing wind.
We'll hide under blankets of dreams and let waves of inspiration hit us as we waste time talking about the unknown.

How I wish I could go back to last night.
Oh, how I wish I could stay there forever.

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