He was the leaves to my tree, to me
Abruptly, in the spring he came and bloomed
His presence beautified me and for leaves my branches had much room
Spring season pasted and I would blush when we would laugh
But now it’s fall and his love for me is no longer infallible.
When wind passes I hold on, to my leaves
Begging’hellip; ‘Just one more day, please, don’t leave?!’
As if he were mine in the first place, as if it was my entitlement for him to stay
But like seasons they must come and go
Winter I must face alone and live to go with the flow’hellip;
So I wait in the snow, lonely in the cold
Till next spring when my leaves bloom for my branches to only borrow,
To hold
