When I was younger,
I left my window open every day.
My world was so tender,
So fresh and new in every way.
Things known as fears,
The gentle wind kept them at bay.
I was naive, drowned in my years,
Everything was a question to say.
I used to open the car window,
To the point my hair would go astray.
I stopped for my mother,
Whose hair had a price to pay.
Way back in my childhood,
I remember most of my days.
Plead for those times, if you would,
The innocence of children at play.
But when I'm around you,
Innocence is one to slay.
You cover the pleads so few,
Until I'm a loss for words to say.
But like the naivety and loss of words,
The wind wasn't able to keep it at bay.
So I'm back here, the start of the third,
Back to where my window was open every day.
It hard to see what's real,
When you're broken in every way.
I miss the way you made me feel,
Like the wind numbing the pain away.
 Ukeire · Fri May 08, 2009 @ 06:14am · 0 Comments |
