The first time I saw someone go
it was someone I didn't know
pale and sickly the sun sets
breathing with a tight chest
quick as a flash
that life didn't last.
The second time someone left me
I'll remember the colors in my dreams
"When you love someone sweetie
they'll always be leaving"
I might have lost my head
in all of that white and red.
The last time someone went away
was when my skies turned gray
crying tears like ashes
dripping from my lashes
I close my eyes to find
who waits for me, on the other side.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
The first time I saw someone go
it was someone I didn't know
pale and sickly the sun sets
breathing with a tight chest
quick as a flash
that life didn't last.
The second time someone left me
I'll remember the colors in my dreams
"When you love someone sweetie
they'll always be leaving"
I might have lost my head
in all of that white and red.
The last time someone went away
was when my skies turned gray
crying tears like ashes
dripping from my lashes
I close my eyes to find
who waits for me, on the other side.
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