Lindsay Anne Black via Flickr
I stare and stare at the black sharpied words
Written all over my bedroom wall
The disco balls and cassette tapes in my dreams
Form choppy sounds that don’t make sense at all;
I look through a diamond frame,
And see the world standing there
Glowing in pomegranate light –
But I don’t deserve it.
Traffic lights blend with shimmering rain,
Till I can’t tell the difference.
But does it matter anymore?
There are stars above your heart;
And I will wait until they fall
Then stoop to catch them, every one,
Oh I’d never leave them lying there.
~ Ilana Reimer