Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Crestfallen

Shy shy
always Chey,
behind brown eyes
a perfect woman,
a perfect cry.

She speaks everything to me.

This is about something,
this is about someone.

A perfect despair,
my perfect counterpart
comparable to the luck we draw,
and lies beyond compare.

I still miss you,
and our musical thoughts
meshed together
through Radiohead and dark weather,
until the day
you finally let us be
together.

Now
let us Drive...
away
ending up somewhere cold
I'll keep you warm
(because I know you still hate that).

Anything is better than now,
better than this,
so let us separate
from them,
from our thoughts of past...

We. Belong. Together.