i'm moving on because i don't want to be stuck in the past where the old you cares about me.

the sweet warm glow of a summer morning,
seeping through the soft sheets of this cold blanket.
he kissed my cheek,
evoking thousands of butterflies in my stomach,
leaving a print of love on my body.

"this is the best summer of my life,"
i quietly thought to myself as we watched
the sunset together on this place,
we left a mark of this summer love.

but i am afraid,
though i don't want this summer to end...
i am afraid,
is this just a summer thing to you?
or is this the summer love to you?

the summer love that you'll remember
whenever the butterfly bushes are in full bloom,
the summer love that left that warm glow in your heart.
that summer love that you'll always long for,
even after five winters, and so on.

i hope you remember
the soft hazy breeze of that summer,
because i know i'll always remember.

the way you held my hand,
the way you kissed my lips.
everything feels so familiar
and i remember...
whenever the sweet warm glow of summer morning
seeps through the soft sheets of this cold blanket.

i won't stop loving you.
not until all oceans run out of waves,
not until all stars fall from the sky.
not until the moon dims,
not until the sun stops shining.
because,
they won't.
ever.
and so will i.

Watch the leaves fall in the brisk autumn air.
As the smell of sweet chamomile tea flows past.
Notice the patterns in the grass as the wind swings over.
A windy path through a forest of songs.
I'll forever wonder how the leaves get their color.
A bunny stops in the middle of the path.
It looked me up and down.
A feeling of disregard came over me as it ran away.
Am I disturbing the forests peaceful day?
Feeling unwelcome I decided to leave.
What's that?
A voice from coming from the trees.
A language that can't be understood.
The tree screeched as I turned around.
I felt as if it was saying not to leave.
I had to go but I assured the tree.
One day I'll be back, in the form of a leaf.