my mind had a way of missing you
in the growing night
in between tall dreams
and loud crowds that dance in the moonbeams
casted by a band
in the field of people
i look for you
know you'd be
anywhere but here

YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
where the heart wanders
my mind had a way of missing you
in the growing night
in between tall dreams
and loud crowds that dance in the moonbeams
casted by a band
in the field of people
i look for you
know you'd be
anywhere but here