The october breeze of the wind
fell in love with the afternoon light
materialising the things with shadows
clinging to be seen in my sight
Smoking and remembering
those moments we seemed bright
in this cold and lonely hour
of my hopelessly messy life.
I remember you said
I will never be alright
I walk slowly into the edge
As I confessed before I took flight
I didn’t look well, my eyes swell
and I silently cried
**** again, for the last time
you are definitely right.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
The october breeze of the wind
fell in love with the afternoon light
materialising the things with shadows
clinging to be seen in my sight
Smoking and remembering
those moments we seemed bright
in this cold and lonely hour
of my hopelessly messy life.
I remember you said
I will never be alright
I walk slowly into the edge
As I confessed before I took flight
I didn’t look well, my eyes swell
and I silently cried
**** again, for the last time
you are definitely right.
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