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Autumn Was Our Season
if i were to paint a picture
i’d paint a memory
in the colors of autumn
if that’s the only place
where you could be with me
the details wouldn’t matter
it would be in disarray and askew
like how the world was
through my own eyes
when i was with you
if i could be anywhere
i’d live in my reverie
standing on your street
the leaves falling away
and all i need is you with me
and autumn was forever
you with your hair in your face
and that look in your eyes
and the touch of your skin
standing still in that time and place
i used to believe in forever
but forever’s too good to be true
maybe forever isn’t that long
my forever lasted one season
last autumn, with you
now sifting through the layers
searching for what was lost
i try to hold on
but you slip away
and fall to winter frost
you were my revelation
i gave you my soul
and you gave me yours
in hushed whispers of your voice
making us whole
nothing was built
but the bricks were laid
and though forgotten
words were spoken
and promises were made
all of the memories
and everything that was told
i pocketed away
your secrets are safe with me
a part of you i’ll always hold
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
back to the ending
i’ll let you do
what you must
but next autumn
when you’re standing on your street
and leaves are falling down
will you think of me
will you think of me
wish we had
winter, spring, and summer
but autumn was our season
autumn was our season

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