Do you ever wonder
Where do all those friends go
With the little pieces of you they once knew
The person you'd tell your best kept secrets to
The people you use to glean advice from
That guy who knows everything about you
I wonder
Where have they placed those keys I gave them
Perhaps a dusty draw
Maybe it fell down the back of their couch, lying forgotton on the hard wood floor
Or what if they still walk around with it
Still thinking about the box it belongs to
I wonder if I even care one bit
What they do with their key
Its not as if the once worried over box it unlocks hoards any such value these days you know
And as for my front door
I had the locks changed long ago
k.g.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
Do you ever wonder
Where do all those friends go
With the little pieces of you they once knew
The person you'd tell your best kept secrets to
The people you use to glean advice from
That guy who knows everything about you
I wonder
Where have they placed those keys I gave them
Perhaps a dusty draw
Maybe it fell down the back of their couch, lying forgotton on the hard wood floor
Or what if they still walk around with it
Still thinking about the box it belongs to
I wonder if I even care one bit
What they do with their key
Its not as if the once worried over box it unlocks hoards any such value these days you know
And as for my front door
I had the locks changed long ago
k.g.