Thursday, July 2, 2015

Hometown Summer

Like sparks of things burning down
On rich summer nights
Running away fast
I clutched the papers in my hand
Listened to the many voices
Smiled with the  familiarity
Born of fear and courage,
Found a prince charming, lost him,
Dreamt by starlight
And stood in the pouring rain
Before I came back here,
But I never forgot this
Or your sad eyes
These days I'm tired of
Getting talked at
I can't ever be the selfish one
If I know you so well, then why
Am I so misunderstood?