Down the snow covered pathway
Frost clouds escape my chapped lips
Reaching towers run past my view
Walking forward
Towards nothing
The view through my eyes is so worn
Until I see yours
Its a small thing
That drew my gaze to yours
But that bright smile
I know is not intended for me
Called my name anyway
Now as I stand here
Three blocks down
From the café window I saw you through
It lingers in my mind
That time
When I was once as happy as you
Where it has gone
I can't remember
But I now wish to bring it back
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
Down the snow covered pathway
Frost clouds escape my chapped lips
Reaching towers run past my view
Walking forward
Towards nothing
The view through my eyes is so worn
Until I see yours
Its a small thing
That drew my gaze to yours
But that bright smile
I know is not intended for me
Called my name anyway
Now as I stand here
Three blocks down
From the café window I saw you through
It lingers in my mind
That time
When I was once as happy as you
Where it has gone
I can't remember
But I now wish to bring it back
