by Arcassin Burnham

As they close,
I see the first season that we've met,
the season of fall,
and as I fell in love
I'd never regret,
the hurt and the pain,
the salt and the shame,
you brought me back to civilization,
got rid of my migraines,
darkened eyes cry mascara
into buckets of the lost,
hearing cries in the midst
of what's to come in our futures costs,
but everyone has to pay sometimes,
no matter what you say
or what you do,
our love will be around eternally.