hanging on the dream of you,
I will stubbornly fall for days,
and sing of sorrow first,
for now, but please know
my love will never go away.
some nights will haunt me,
and some remembered days
will make me smile like a dumb-dumb,
but there is a certain place in New York
where hours are forgotten.
love exists here forever,
in restless ways, introspective days,
making for interesting hauntings,
and my misspelled werds are just junk food at best,
but what's behind them is a real (hard) heart.