Thursday, December 18, 2014

Dust

But I'll blow upwards
To the sky from the ground
I'll be pushed to the air
I'll never come down
To never settle back
To never have a name
To be a rolling stone
To never find a place
Until the memory of me
Is all carried away
Until the thought of Emily
Is but a word that's been changed
And like dust I shall travel
A thought in the breeze
So maybe one day
Someone would remember me

2 comments:

  1. Gurl! Everyone remembers you! One does not simply forget Emily Grey! Its not possible. you're too fabulous! :)

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