meaning

[word_lover]

I remember the days
Before the walls were built
I burned incense
And thought of you
Reading tea leaves in the back room

You were into anything
That made it seem worthwhile

Now you’re cold and tired
And don’t believe in anything

And I sip my tea
And think of you
And long for the days
Beyond the angry words
When meaning will matter again

Comments

[marinz]

did u like write 4 poems in one day?! woah.

This one is my favourite out of the 4 though :)
It's beautiful in its simplicity.
I absolutely adore every single line of the first stanza. ♥

[word_lover]

lol 6 actually. i just put up the last two.

thanks, i'm glad you liked it =)

[digital_ashes]

awesome, its so beautifully melancholy

[word_lover]

thank you, david. =) *hugs*