Your golden face illuminates the shawdows that light casts.
Upon the broken bits of summer that have finally come to pass.
The Autumn leaves i welcome, as i will your immense soul.
I have found you don’t really live life when your too afraid of getting old.
With this i cry out “farewell!”, and thus may never know,
Why it feels so peaceful to fall down so just let me go.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
Your golden face illuminates the shawdows that light casts.
Upon the broken bits of summer that have finally come to pass.
The Autumn leaves i welcome, as i will your immense soul.
I have found you don’t really live life when your too afraid of getting old.
With this i cry out “farewell!”, and thus may never know,
Why it feels so peaceful to fall down so just let me go.
