Haunting words pierce my heart each time
I hear your whistling voice
singing in the wind.
Your melody has changed over the years
like the dark brown of late fall leaves -
refusing to bow
to the call of change.
I'm singing with you, though
I don't know if you can hear me
but I'd like to believe
that two young lovers
lost in a gale of wannabe romance
will hear our haunting song
and fall in love
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
Haunting words pierce my heart each time
I hear your whistling voice
singing in the wind.
Your melody has changed over the years
like the dark brown of late fall leaves -
refusing to bow
to the call of change.
I'm singing with you, though
I don't know if you can hear me
but I'd like to believe
that two young lovers
lost in a gale of wannabe romance
will hear our haunting song
and fall in love