I’ve seen the leaves change color
And die and live again
My love for the past
Swinging in front of me
Like a piñata—
But I cannot hit it
For my will is undone
Too many soft curves
Too many easy *****
I miss yesterday
Like I miss the tomb of your bed
Golden retrospection
Contrite inner-reflection
Soon you’ll be old and
I’ll be old and
Who’ll know how hard life was
In these olden days
Tense as death
Before saying I love you
On a starry night
As the ball dropped
And firecrackers popped
Our cups of champagne
Warm and empty
Our hearts filled
With gaiety and envy
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
I’ve seen the leaves change color
And die and live again
My love for the past
Swinging in front of me
Like a piñata—
But I cannot hit it
For my will is undone
Too many soft curves
Too many easy *****
I miss yesterday
Like I miss the tomb of your bed
Golden retrospection
Contrite inner-reflection
Soon you’ll be old and
I’ll be old and
Who’ll know how hard life was
In these olden days
Tense as death
Before saying I love you
On a starry night
As the ball dropped
And firecrackers popped
Our cups of champagne
Warm and empty
Our hearts filled
With gaiety and envy
