domingo, agosto 31, 2014

Ghost

There's a parallel reality
In which you don't exist
There's also the once upon a time
To which I can't resist

Stuck between two worlds
Where I've always been
Can anyone really live
Without a home to live in?

When I look around I don't see you
Only the hole that you left
When I'm not trying I hear you
Maybe I'd rather be deaf

Golden leaves are coming soon
I thought it would be banal
But after this spring and summer
Is this the part where I fall?


1 comentário:

mess disse...

Beauty Fall.