Contemporary Revelations

by Kaden Washburn


Color of your hair

I’ll never forget

The taste of your lips

The color of you hair

You might be holding onto me

For the last time

But I don’t care

I don’t care

I’ll never forget

The sound of your voice

Makes feelings disappear

I might be holding onto you

For the last time

But you’re right here

You’re right here

Now I hear your footsteps

Coming to my door

You poured out all your love to me

And left me wanting more

Can I still keep your picture

Hanging on my wall

Until I see the leaves turn brown

And recognize the fall

Well now the season’s changing

It’s out of our control

I’ll leave you with a piece of me

A fragment of my soul


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