Scattered heart,
Lonely hands,
Cold toes,
Walking along the lonely worn pavement,
Cold late summer breeze,
Evoking a keen sense of regret again,
asking to myself what had I done,
I blamed this breeze for blowing me on and off life's course.
This wind really influenced my emotions and mood,
upsetting this scared little heart again.
Remember? we talked about life is beautiful,
we will love until we die.
When your arms run into my arm,
we steal a perfect moments.
But this life is complicated,
we barely make it,
we really barely make it....
© Sarsinot