October is the whisper I left in your hair,
The slow train that took my breath and took me home.
Our jaded arms and twisted tongues
Mumbling something just senseless enough
To prove some sort of makeshift love.
Prior days are gone although I seem to forget.
Makes me think of mossy eyes and suits with ties.
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 2:28 AM UTC
October is the whisper I left in your hair,
The slow train that took my breath and took me home.
Our jaded arms and twisted tongues
Mumbling something just senseless enough
To prove some sort of makeshift love.
Prior days are gone although I seem to forget.
Makes me think of mossy eyes and suits with ties.