(Asleep - The Smiths.)
I spent a rainy friday listening to The Smiths.
"there is another world"
seeing the brightest of people in greyscale.
"there is a better world"
I heard from someone I never met, will never meet
"there must be."
driving to the light will bring me home.
"I don't want to wake up..."
but to those like me,
"on my own anymore."
I'm unsure of the mere existence, the untainted perspective,
"sing to me"
of home.
"don't feel bad for me"
driving is a last hope and second chance
"I want you to know..."
something worth taking; because- to those like me-
"I will feel so glad to go"
there is no regret at our absence
"sing me to sleep."
there is no missing us.
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NEW HEARTS & COLD SEAS
Poetrywhen they seek you out because they know they can, because they know they can get away with it - anonymity is your friend.
