Some Storms

That is not the desire of my heart

Though I do not know my own life

It is not this dark

You breathe in light greens

Around and in your eyes

And though we sit inside life still goes on around the city

So I sit, yawning with the ghosts of old men with other languages written inside their bones

And you looked sharp

I made it known that it was not okay

And though we sit inside life still goes on