The records played as I lay next to you,
your heart beat was all that I wanted to hear.
The music sinking in to our veins
and the soft touch of your lips
provides a feeling I do not want to forget.
The way our fingers intertwined
and the witty comments bolted back and forth.
The romantic gesture of holding hands,
but the holding back of being just friends.
As the months grow colder as you distance from me,
My gloves become the one to warm my hands.
The fire is on the stove and no longer in my heart.
I see the leaves fall as we walked together, as I fell for you the same.
As the ground frosts,
my heart begins to become numb,
and the feelings I once felt are a distance memory.
Ones that cannot be replayed without the help of the record from that day,
when we intertwined and the music trapped my soul,
and things were easy
and no second guesses.
and I began to fall like the leaves from the tree.