Life is made up
of years that mean nothing
and moments that mean it all
You can climb up really high
and then just
slip and fall
of years that mean nothing
and moments that mean it all
You can climb up really high
and then just
slip and fall
Walking away,
I glance back
I see memoires; bittersweet, beautiful and ugly.
The past four years have flown by
like a petal on the wind;
fragile-like life itself.
I've been broken
hurt
hated
scarred
and treated like a (cursed) ragdoll;
but this time I'm closing the door to the past.
I hold the memories of us locked in my paper heart;
precious like antique lace and fermented red wine.
Your words, your letters, you
good times and bad times
love and hate
transparent lies and heavy truths
the tears, the blood
the laughter, the smiles
I will never forget.
In every childhood there is one year that changes your life forever.
My life is still changing;
and I'm changing with it.
I've learnt change isn't always a bad thing
love isn't always returned
and trust takes years to build
and just seconds to destory.
Shutting the door to "what was"
shining light into the black
I walked out that door tonight
and for once, I won't look back.
shining light into the black
I walked out that door tonight
and for once, I won't look back.
