Sunday, April 12, 2015

Rockwall.

The night is tentative
It hasn't quite settled in
Or am I just discovering
The quiet whispers outside our dreams?

Some things never sleep
They simply keep watch and wait
A million photographs tacked to the wall
Couldn't get my heart to nod yes

Hello home town of mine
I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was
And if I leave you now
Will I ever see you the same?

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