longing haiku 17-24

do right do right now
play nice 'neath the twisted bough
when your heart allows

i will bring you down
after dusting off wings you
forgot that you had

i long for old times
before i knew how to hate
how hate makes us cry

i long for old friends
to rise from their graves & live
like princes they were

you have lots of dirt
i have holes that can't be filled
and yes they're my own

there were good times too
in the middle of horror
things seem so funny

i painted something
while thinking of you and i
hung it already

there's a fine line and
sometimes i walk it sometimes
i'm way at the end