falantaj folioj

longer days, longer nights
summer was supposed to be our passage of rite
maybe I’ve got my words mixed around
I don’t think my head’s on right

falling leaves, time to leave
everything you’ve ever known
and go farther away to get closer
it’s confusing, I know

I’m sorry that nothing has stayed
and everything has changed
you must feel so alone

maybe I’m just talking to myself

I press my hand against the walls of my new room
white and full of potential
I wonder what stories of the previous owners they held
I’m not a detective


Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s