Aug 2015
Gone like memories
trailing through the years
Back again, like deja vu
down a river of tears
Gone like ink to paper,
Gone like autumn leaves
into a momentous nothing
Gone like a mug of tea
Gone like petals
torn from a rose
Like confidence and living
A song of time, composed.
trailing through the years
Back again, like deja vu
down a river of tears
Gone like ink to paper,
Gone like autumn leaves
into a momentous nothing
Gone like a mug of tea
Gone like petals
torn from a rose
Like confidence and living
A song of time, composed.
I felt really emotional for some reason one time in the after-effects of cutting my hair shorter than I liked it... this is what happened. It got deep.
