of the uneven roads
we have to walk
separately
i get tired
of forgetting how to be
with you
we were so close
just yesterday
why does it all
change
so quickly?
if only i could be
as mature
as you are
if only i could
be the same
each time we talk
if only i wasn't
the awkward one
around you
whatever
we were to-gether
seems lost
when we're apart
each in
our own darknesses
wishing for a new start
when the sun comes again
(lost)
No comments:
Post a Comment