what's left to say
now that you've gone away
when the sky is cold and grey
and I'm lost without you
we met in the fall
among hues of orange and red
and when your eyes met mine
the sun shined on my heart for the first time
fall turned to winter
and the days flew by
with the swiftness of the migrating flocks
etched across the sky
winter turned to spring
oh what beauty it did bring,
as we walked
underneath the budding trees
spring turned to summer
but your feelings changed
as the seasons do
and it was time to say goodbye
to you.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
what's left to say
now that you've gone away
when the sky is cold and grey
and I'm lost without you
we met in the fall
among hues of orange and red
and when your eyes met mine
the sun shined on my heart for the first time
fall turned to winter
and the days flew by
with the swiftness of the migrating flocks
etched across the sky
winter turned to spring
oh what beauty it did bring,
as we walked
underneath the budding trees
spring turned to summer
but your feelings changed
as the seasons do
and it was time to say goodbye
to you.
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