There we are
In cold, green grass
Talking of silly things
Time shooting past
Like lost, lone stars
Until I catch my breath
As fear of loss
Engulfs my chest
Until fear itself
Morphs into grief
Dull ache of years
Until you return
And all I know
Is fearful grief
Until you leave
Longing for talk of silly things
In cold, green grass
Like lost, lone stars
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 3:22 PM UTC
There we are
In cold, green grass
Talking of silly things
Time shooting past
Like lost, lone stars
Until I catch my breath
As fear of loss
Engulfs my chest
Until fear itself
Morphs into grief
Dull ache of years
Until you return
And all I know
Is fearful grief
Until you leave
Longing for talk of silly things
In cold, green grass
Like lost, lone stars