Through Fireflies and stars...
I can't seem to find where you are...
But the flowers that fall...
They still have your call...
They still have scent of you mind...
And the taste of your design...
Remind of a spring that ran through fall...
And a summer that warmed winters call...
Dedicated to my first girlfriend...
I thought of her a while back and wrote this...
There is a more complex story to why I still think of her...
My mind has been heavy with a whole lot... |