Piece of paper slowly drifting in the wind
At one point that paper had life to it.
The rain washed it away and the wind let it go
What was on that paper no one knows
You left a note, it said goodbye
That's when I realized things get left behind.
There's no need to cry
It happens all the time
Took a journey on its own
To a place unknown
With different people, different faces
Things leave to different places
I took the note you left me
Threw it in the wind
Told it to never come back again
Were you went no one knows
I'm still at the place we called home
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
Piece of paper slowly drifting in the wind
At one point that paper had life to it.
The rain washed it away and the wind let it go
What was on that paper no one knows
You left a note, it said goodbye
That's when I realized things get left behind.
There's no need to cry
It happens all the time
Took a journey on its own
To a place unknown
With different people, different faces
Things leave to different places
I took the note you left me
Threw it in the wind
Told it to never come back again
Were you went no one knows
I'm still at the place we called home