Poems from Kradle Grace
This tired old
town of mine
it's full
of fleeting youth
will i subdue
to comfort
or leave
for the stars
miles past
the welcome signs
what...
We were kids turning pages,
in a couple year long love story
and it ended pages ripped,
i'm sorry.
My starry eyes didn't last, dear...
To write about happiness
is unmarked territory and
I wonder what it's like over there.
I wonder what it's like
to be in love with being...