Saviorofthebroken

You can go, but I will stay A lazy town, an unturned stone willows older than time gently sway tangled hair, slightly wind blown. Tattered roads lead to where we lay a crisp green field, bathed in sun, our secret place at the end of may. crayon sketched futures, only fun. We never dreamed of this day. But the city lights call for you, buildings skulking as they prey on the dreamers led askew by a promise of fame and cafes. Time has come in its creeping way. You can go to your neon throne, and leave me feeling in dismay, But I must linger where I call home You can go, but I will stay.