The wind is whistling through my cracked windows and I'm trying to sing along because I think it might be the song you wrote for me. But now I can't keep up and I'm falling behind because the song was too much, too soon and I wanted it to be longer. I'm completely lost in the music now because I am just a pair of wind chimes among the thousands of others on the back porches of the lovers you've had. You were the wind and I was just simply one more pair of chimes singing your song.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
The wind is whistling through my cracked windows and I'm trying to sing along because I think it might be the song you wrote for me. But now I can't keep up and I'm falling behind because the song was too much, too soon and I wanted it to be longer. I'm completely lost in the music now because I am just a pair of wind chimes among the thousands of others on the back porches of the lovers you've had. You were the wind and I was just simply one more pair of chimes singing your song.
