If you are going to sit there,
And talk about nothing else,
But the weather,
When you truly are hurting inside,
I would love to listen to it all,
Until it keeps your mind off,
The unattended graves,
And haunting pasts,
And all the pain you feel.
Then i'll sit there and listen everyday,
Until you speak up,
What's really troubling your head.
And i'll sit there and listen to you babble
About life and stuff,
Universe and heaven,
And hells of your brain.
I'll sit there and listen
Always.
— pillofmoonlight



















