These Lovely Ones

Cate

I found you soon
while you were young
nobody stays
for very long
when you feel old to hate or love
tuck back the magazine inside the box
swim in the tides of
unknown chats, they might be dead
or not yet born

are we on the same bus
would we even know
we are special indeed, my friend
we’re both wrong

lying on the emptiness
of our youth
poor vampire so sad
loneliness is godliness
at least that’s what he said

when you there naming rats
who waltz through pipe to hole
i’ll be pretending to see
owls in the snow

Get many more tatoos
don’t go marrying too soon
even thou we’re older
there’s still a harvest moon