If loving  you was optional, I would've given it all up a long time ago.

Fresh-picked blueberries still remind me
of sun-kissed afternoons and you—
my teeth sink into the rich sweetness,
the fresh zing of skin on skin.

But too soon the tang leaves  
my empty hands with nothing left
but stubborn stains,
a sticky mess of black and blue.

everything
like the leaves on the trees,
has to change,

Hold me tight
Let's not fight
We only got tonight
To make things right

We don't have forever
It's now or never
To cherish and to hold
Till we grow old

The clock strikes three
No place I'd rather be
Allow me to say something
It's heartbreaking to see
What we've created is gone
Now, we're moving on
I'm tattered and torn
Before my heart is reborn