as the seasons change
lovers once full of passion
fall out of favor
On being human…
as the seasons change
lovers once full of passion
fall out of favor
here to there and back
my mind is always running
i try to keep up
windchimes overhead
sound off softly in the breeze
lulling me to sleep
statue of a girl
a moment frozen in time
leaves fall around her
i hate this friday
and this computer, fuck it
things will be right soon
when was the last time
you slept out under the stars
cozy sleeping bag