Elena Sidiro - the good years

The leaves are changing
Colours again
I fear this is
The very end
Paint my nails new colours
I wait for the
Cold to pass
I'm under the covers
I make cold coffee
When it's cold outside
I fear I'm going to feel this way
For the rest of my life
The tree in the backyard of my childhood home
Is being cut right down
I feel the memories go
And I play this ukulele that I learned at 14
Trying to hold on to that part of me
Trying to hold on to the past
But it seems as though the good years have passed
Five years old
I think I've found gold in
The hearts of people
That I barely know
The beginnings of hurt
Disguised in private school skirts
The October breeze
Is the only one that holds me
The tree in the backyard of my childhood home
Is being cut right down
I feel the memories go
And I play this ukulele that I learned at 14
Trying to hold on to that part of me
Trying to hold on to the past
But it seems as though the good years have passed
Thought my life would be a movie
Instead I feel them looking through me
Can't believe how much time has flown right past me
Feels like I've done nothing
Thought at least I'd feel something
I can feel them all judging
Oh they're judging
Are they judging?
The tree in the backyard of my childhood home
Is being cut right down
I feel the memories go
And I play this ukulele that I learned at 14
Trying to hold on to that part of me
Trying to hold on to the past
But it seems as though the good years have passed

Written by:
Elena Sidirokastritis

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