spring has come and i don't think about you anymore the way i did before my morning coffee still taste the same, but i could hardly feels you in it
it's nearly fall i brought those candles home with the hope of never to write about you ever again or about us - about every dances we shared in the kitchen hall
i hope you're fine, because i am i finally am...
on my pace of moving on, this one is specially written for my almost love of my life.