I can see the sadness in your eyes. I can hear your tired voice whispering to me that you still love me and the way we used to be. Our summer memories no longer fill me with happiness. I slowly change with the golden leaves in fall as they turn brown. Don't try to hold on to me. You will only remember my worried face. I'll be gone like the beautiful flowers that disappear in the winter and our love will be gone too.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
I can see the sadness in your eyes. I can hear your tired voice whispering to me that you still love me and the way we used to be. Our summer memories no longer fill me with happiness. I slowly change with the golden leaves in fall as they turn brown. Don't try to hold on to me. You will only remember my worried face. I'll be gone like the beautiful flowers that disappear in the winter and our love will be gone too.
