It doesn’t sadden me to leave,
but to be left.
It saddens me to leave
to go home.
It saddens me
when the world is moving, living,
and I am longing.
It saddens me
that there is a world
that I have never known and never will.
Because I am here.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
It doesn’t sadden me to leave,
but to be left.
It saddens me to leave
to go home.
It saddens me
when the world is moving, living,
and I am longing.
It saddens me
that there is a world
that I have never known and never will.
Because I am here.