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Leaves
On the park bench beneath the trees, there is a box filled with memories
I left them there purposely, to wither amongst the dying leaves
Cold northern wind rubs my cheeks and I breathe, pushing on just like a breeze
Seasons come and go, fall in and fall out
Falling in love in Autumn and the next moving on without them
Passion that kept away the chill
Now a cold heart wishing love was forgotten
Collar up
Button up
It blows
Winds of change
Fall or be falling
Pleasure
Pain
Right there on that park bench
A box of love that used to be
I left them there on purpose
Wither sweet memories
I left them there purposely, to wither amongst the dying leaves
Cold northern wind rubs my cheeks and I breathe, pushing on just like a breeze
Seasons come and go, fall in and fall out
Falling in love in Autumn and the next moving on without them
Passion that kept away the chill
Now a cold heart wishing love was forgotten
Collar up
Button up
It blows
Winds of change
Fall or be falling
Pleasure
Pain
Right there on that park bench
A box of love that used to be
I left them there on purpose
Wither sweet memories
Published 22nd Sep 2017
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23rd Sep 2017 1:57am
23rd Sep 2017 11:36pm
23rd Sep 2017 5:30pm
Just, gorgeous ! 👑
Those memories are the most cherished, from dusk til dawn... no doubt ~ 🌷🌞😎🎈
Those memories are the most cherished, from dusk til dawn... no doubt ~ 🌷🌞😎🎈
23rd Sep 2017 11:37pm
Yes they are, so many are. Some we just have to let go. Peace to you and thank you so much for the comment. I so appreciate it.
