I and I alone exist in this space
in this space so sparse and bare
filled only by shreds of memories past
and traces in the dense dust and debris
left by visitors who never stayed very long
or long enough to know the hostess of the house
Who knows, maybe I didn't give them a chance
Never opened myself, never told anything that mattered to me
But I knew better, from the first, second, third time I tried and got only silence in return
Sometimes I wonder what would life be like if I wasn't me
Perhaps there'd be joy and happiness
instead of this grief over nothing
Selite:
oletus
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