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

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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)

2 comments:

bahtz said...

I'm touched this, for real dude.

Jacob Tischer said...

thanks mate!