A taste of nostalgia

There’s nothing like thinking back
on February nights
when we rocked the whole world away.
There’s nothing like thinking back
on February nights,
but they’re forever gone away.

There’s nothing like the sweet smell
of dust and dying dreams,
when we believed we were the best.
There’s nothing like memories
of dusty dreams now dead
to make this lonely soul confess.

There’s nothing like nostalgia
to cause the heart to burn
and ache and long for days of old.
There’s nothing like nostalgia
to cause the mind to learn:
daydreams simply wear on the soul.

Dreaming of a dreary past
will cause the soul to hurt.
Can’t nostalgia just go away?

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under poems

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s