They day I fell out of love with you
was the day
I stepped outside
and saw the world
for what it really was.
I saw the autumn leaves
falling to the ground
waiting for the first blanket of snow
to cover them.
I felt the cool breeze
sting my uncovered face
reminding me it wasn't always going to be sunny.
On these days I must burn a fire
to keep me warm.
I must feed the fire with all the love
he never gave me.
I must keep that fire alive.
And resist the urge
to return to the warmth
of the man I fell out of love with.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
They day I fell out of love with you
was the day
I stepped outside
and saw the world
for what it really was.
I saw the autumn leaves
falling to the ground
waiting for the first blanket of snow
to cover them.
I felt the cool breeze
sting my uncovered face
reminding me it wasn't always going to be sunny.
On these days I must burn a fire
to keep me warm.
I must feed the fire with all the love
he never gave me.
I must keep that fire alive.
And resist the urge
to return to the warmth
of the man I fell out of love with.
