Like a flag lowered
At the end of the day,
Folded and put away,
Is this part of my heart.
Like a book lying on a table,
Long since read,
That part is dead.
My colors don’t snap gaily in the breeze,
Nor am I overcome by a sense of adventure,
Impatient to turn the page.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
Like a flag lowered
At the end of the day,
Folded and put away,
Is this part of my heart.
Like a book lying on a table,
Long since read,
That part is dead.
My colors don’t snap gaily in the breeze,
Nor am I overcome by a sense of adventure,
Impatient to turn the page.
Jan 30, 2013
