Sitting on old Memories, Slowly it’ll be Good-bye

Unaware – awake and yet, dreaming
Lovers, they shouldn’t lie
But perhaps a phrase so commonly
Coined, shall arise in your mind;
“Shit happens”
Like the rest of the world
As I sit on the old front porch,
Filled with many memories
Sitting myself down on the old
Creaking stairs
Nowhere to find,Loneliness in hiding
Too young, she lied