You are everything.
Do you know that?
The whispering leaves
in the chilly breeze,
swinging and swaying
what is left on the trees
The frost in the air
the blue in the sky
the sniffling babies
learning how to cry
and something i know
and something i should
still find it hard
to accept all the good
yes, all the pain, too,
but oh, all the good, good
You are all
that ever was
all that is left,
the freshness of
a new season
and all the innocent
Oh, just like that day...
May I hold your hand, again?
when you were my
very own best friend.
when it all came down
to the most excellent conclusion.
When I knew
- without - a - doubt -
you were It
and that was the end.
-aq/lesnspired
