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