I was sure that our end was very near
old letters stacked in my closet,
harsh phrases laid on thy bosom
never understood why you still were here?
my mouth was a bullet and the words fell flat
with the dying leaves of September,
our love perished with the fall.
The breeze flowing at a gnawing distance;
separated by miles but fastened to grief
trying to savour that which was already gone
lying to one other to balance one more day before it is dawn.
I know like me you did reminisce the tuft of reddish brown leaves
the colour of our love was so unique
but both of us turning our backs to the sand clock that’s laughing in it’s own
every season has its death, but did we ever wanted to grow old?
gravity had other plans and I suppose it wanted us to know
how abundant our veins could grow from its rotten roots
to what places our souls could wander when they’re independent
how withered our hearts are but still can be called pretty.
The unknown song of change hit me hard
and although I know I broke your heart
my darling, just know, I couldn’t just help it
with the seasons that passed,
my passion too had found an old road
I wouldn’t destroy myself anymore.
So I went back to the person who loved me
before summer struck the shore and the pattern of my mind was all transparent like the waves
when the vivid sky didn’t have the cotton candy clouds or the flowers weren’t at their best,
I carried my soul to the person
who never drew margins around my heart
he knew quite well that I would leave him too,
like the withered leaves before winter, our love would fade too
but still for one moment, he didn’t miss the chance to call me Beautiful.