Plain panes are painful, I miss
The days
When pain meant I was playful.
Still the stills hang on the walls in
Empty rooms,
As they have through every Fall.
Frames framed to make things
Look better;
Nostalgia’s sheen in death for this King.
Feminist, Writer, Cult Classic
Plain panes are painful, I miss
The days
When pain meant I was playful.
Still the stills hang on the walls in
Empty rooms,
As they have through every Fall.
Frames framed to make things
Look better;
Nostalgia’s sheen in death for this King.
Great alliteration.
Wow!!! This is another excellent “oldie”. 🙂
ahah whoa throwback!