I watch us change like the colors of the leaves on limping branches
We're unraveling like the string on your rolled up sleeve,
Separating.
I feel the crunch in your words each time I step the wrong way,
Leaving the wind to sweep all my breath away.
Our presence together can no longer stray the gloomy skies,
Leaving the crisp air to cool and things to die.
I see us wilt with the fading sun,
Slowly dying off with each passing day.
This is the time when seasons change,
The time when we wrap scarves around our faces
to mask the emotion we're desperately trying to hide,
Creating makeshift walls for what we're avoiding.
The change is inevitable, my dear
It's time to let nature takes its course.
Even if that means we freeze with the rain,
Falling to crack
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
I watch us change like the colors of the leaves on limping branches
We're unraveling like the string on your rolled up sleeve,
Separating.
I feel the crunch in your words each time I step the wrong way,
Leaving the wind to sweep all my breath away.
Our presence together can no longer stray the gloomy skies,
Leaving the crisp air to cool and things to die.
I see us wilt with the fading sun,
Slowly dying off with each passing day.
This is the time when seasons change,
The time when we wrap scarves around our faces
to mask the emotion we're desperately trying to hide,
Creating makeshift walls for what we're avoiding.
The change is inevitable, my dear
It's time to let nature takes its course.
Even if that means we freeze with the rain,
Falling to crack
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