(no subject)
As I walk through the park leaves hit my face,
The wind grazes my body.
It’s cold, yet I feel nothing.
I’m alone walking through the park, so alone.
I wish you were here, maybe I could feel again.
But you’re not. I’m lost now, I think I made a wrong turn.
I can’t back track though, that would be impossible, it would be too easy.
So I’ll just keep walking, maybe I’ll find my way out, maybe I won’t.
And if I do, I’m sorry.
If I don’t then you should be sorry.
It’s your fault I got lost in the first place.