Change, you don’t feel it till the past lives come knocking at the door

gazing at the mirrorball,
dancing with my head
the beams light up the
smiles so counterfeit

Change, you don’t feel it till the past lives come knocking at the door (x2)

it hits you like a brick wall,
the way nostalgia talks
the gold tint of a memory
lost in a fragile daze

what you gonna do when it comes back to you?
if we opened that can of golden memories 
would it splatter, and taint the gallery?

Written by: Kasmic Muse

Change!

making stuff that sounds pretty to my ears 
ig: kasmicsea

Kasmic Sea