Jan 1, 2011

Piece of Poetry - You still roam these floors

You still roam the floors

Of my past and memories

And I feel like a haunted house


But if an exorcist were to make you go away

I’d beg you to stay

I'd lock myself up

And not let you leave

I’ll become a prisoner of the past

In my own head

I do miss you that bad

(November 2010)


Anonymous said...

I'm touched this, for real dude.

Jacob Tischer said...

thanks mate!