dunno if this was ever/is here, but...
there's a hole in my wall where a girl used to be and she would tell me stories
about the things she'd done and the things she'd seen
then one day she packed up her things and she flew away
but things will be okay things are always okay and even if things aren't okay
there's always something
something to look forward to
like a letter from a friend who lives far away
or a song about a friend who lives far away
or the weather getting colder and the days getting shorter and the noses getting redder and the scarves getting longer
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
An outlet for the things I won't remember later.
No comments:
Post a Comment