I fell for you like an autumn leaf,
but you never really admired me.
You just went all over me,
Crunch crunch crunch.

Now I am the flower of the spring,
and here you are.

But it’s too late
For the season has changed.
I am no longer falling,
but blooming

True friends trust and love indeed
while lovers think too much and bleed
Their love ends in a graceless Hell
spoiled by thinking none too well

I think that
Words
Can be as
Addicting
As any drug

So beware,
Of the words
You consume
For they will
Become the
High
That you
Must
Chase

Today is the youngest I'll ever be.
I'm looking back a year or three.
I don't want to spend my days, lying in wait
Wondering what I need to know;
So, here I go.

The road I've walked is a quarter done,
But thorns along the trail they've stung.
I don't want this feeling to last, stuck in days of the past
Overthinking every blow;
So, here I go.

And I'm still new to the path,
It's twists and it's turns, I feel I've only begun.
But I look just behind me at rivers and canyons,
I've come so far, and I'm done.

Today's the youngest I'll ever be,
I've worked so ******* becoming me.
I'm not in places I've been, I'm just stuck in between
Impossibly fast and slow.
But here I go.