If I could just catch your voice in the wind Just to hear it once again Would it tell me things now and then? Would it be much of a sin to want to listen?
I sometimes get stuck in January when December was trying to be forgotten As January rolls into February and then into March, time passes before my eyes But my time with you is not forgotten.
3/14/18 Forgive the past months, they're a part of you forever.
New flowers grew near and adorned her as she gained new perspective Springtime became her body And winter sent well-wishes to the coming longer days ahead.
"When can I see you again?" almost graced my lips But I am not one for romantic clichés But maybe I should've uttered those words Before I hesitated walking out that door Only because I wondered when I'd see you again Maybe I should've Because it was the last time I'd see you.
Love was knowing our first touch in that dimly lit room just the two of us and the sound of quiet charm your lips meeting mine and the way you gazed at me Love was knowing you were there Love was just the two of us and our delicate touch Love was... You.
Love was not this taste of leftovers or my tears falling to my lips or the way I crave a delicate touch and the safety of your arms or the comfort of your warmth Love was not the way you abandoned ship Love was not supposed to be like this Love was to be around you Love was how I fit with someone I barely knew Love was... You.
I thought autumn was my time turns out the icy winter freezes time, and me, and plucks the worst leaves from my grasp they die, but I rise in the cold well before the spring