memento mori // poetry

some day

The days are flying by
and like a bird that only moves with the flock,
I often wonder if I'm living right.
how long does it take to change?
will I outline my mistakes?
I am a giver,
the glass-is-half-full kind of soul,
life is filled with an infinite amount of distractions.
whats your first thought when you wake up?
and your last thought before bed?
lang leav said that she doesn't think
all writers are sad,
maybe it's the other way around -
all sad people write.
theres something in the back of my head
that makes me want to express myself.
I know that it'll pass, it always does.
it comes and goes, out of the blue,
out from yourself -
I've made a safe fireplace inside my mind,
my soul is a forest fire
and my heart goes into flames
when I think about you.
talk is cheap, depth is priceless.
all of the ways that I need you -
they will arrive.
like late mail and I wasn't home,
the excitement of being in your arms -
my anxious behavior to be around you,
I will know it.
I will love you some day.