Labels and lies

It was still early in the month of May When trees and flowers began to bloom A beautiful girl took my breath away And punished me to be her love’s doom She had a nickname Lady Dee And blue eyes like the deep sea This pretty girl in here early twenties It seemed I’ve known her for centuries I think she loves me little,... 

Look at her, wasting time Cutting paper with a pen Writing pointless poems Drying emotions Lost soul and forgotten memories Drunk nights she can’t remember Goodbyes she never got to say Friends she never met She’s sitting on that chair again Starring into space, just waiting The wind knocks on the window She opens... 

She walks slowly towards the park Thirty minutes and her tears are dry She’s running but there’s no finish line She’s chasing old memories But she only finds ghosts of the past The park sits silent in the night A swing is pushed by a whispering wind Did she find home ? Is this it ? Flashbacks of summer nights...