i'm here right now 'cause
i don't really wanna be
anywhere else.
in the midnight park
the birch and fir trees were all
grasping at the moon.
the lights along the night
path all look like people just
waiting for me to walk with them.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
Poetrypoetry takes us to so many places, and we take poetry to so many places. here are poems about places, and sometimes the people found in them.
