I Blow a Kiss to My Past
Be still my heart.
I watch with tired eyes as you take what’s left of me.
I blow a kiss to my past and travel on,
My steps take me to higher ground.
“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” perhaps that’s true.
I wouldn’t know.
Starry nights fly by as I cry.
The music escapes my dreams and
I’m left alone with the whispers of civilizations past.
Your baffled face flashes before me,
A colorful slideshow,
And I travel down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.