It's petals flying by, not snow.
I'll follow them to you, I know.
A quiet voice I can't subdue
Is begging me to look for you.
Like snow, you were just a dream
And you're not here - is what it means,
But metronome beats in my chest -
"Don't leave!", but you will never guess...
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC