The light is no longer on
Your memories are no longer welcomed
The stairs we used to sit and speak about the future
Will stain and rotten as time goes by and it will be a grim reminder of the lies that unfolded
My windchimes will blow gentle cries into the air
A reminder of when you first kissed me in that cold January night
When my heart skipped a beat
Clueless to the pain it would entail
But as the porch rottens so will my memories
Till one day they will cease to exist and like the porch it will crumble.
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
The light is no longer on
Your memories are no longer welcomed
The stairs we used to sit and speak about the future
Will stain and rotten as time goes by and it will be a grim reminder of the lies that unfolded
My windchimes will blow gentle cries into the air
A reminder of when you first kissed me in that cold January night
When my heart skipped a beat
Clueless to the pain it would entail
But as the porch rottens so will my memories
Till one day they will cease to exist and like the porch it will crumble.
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