Bad Poetry

Homesick
For raw make believe
and dragons collecting dust

Homesick
For warm summer nights
and whispering to Orion

Homesick
For bittersweet sixteen
and pretending to be naive

Homesick
For a gray Buick
and running from the world

Homesick
For the little things
and how they used to be...


Kinda melancholy today.