My whole life I've looked from within.
Now, from outside, I gaze at the ruins.
The sultry summer winds whistle inside,
Motions of the ghosts of a fading love.
In broken glass, their faces reflect.
In the walls, their laughs echo,
Echoes of times once past.
Here,
Someone once meant something to someone.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
My whole life I've looked from within.
Now, from outside, I gaze at the ruins.
The sultry summer winds whistle inside,
Motions of the ghosts of a fading love.
In broken glass, their faces reflect.
In the walls, their laughs echo,
Echoes of times once past.
Here,
Someone once meant something to someone.
