(spring)
When I'm lonely its him I call. When I cry, its him who makes it better, who looks after me. The summer came and with it sprang realisation, honesty that my life was no longer the one i'd had all these years. I shed my past like leaves that summer and now there it was, on the ground around me, only memories, shredded pieces of the people we were, the person i once was.
He was the only thing not in my plans.
In my plans in my first year, bringing home 'the boy' 'a boy' any boy for that matter was not in my plans, but here he was. Not what i ever wanted, just, amazing, wonderful, hansom, everything i'd dreamt of, nothing that i had wanted. But here it was, i'd lost my ties to the past like autumn, feeling secure and beautiful because i'd found it, i'd found happiness, i'd found my life, my love, The moment they talk about in the movies,
the only thing they never say is this, after autumn comes winter, but after winter, comes spring . . . I'm waiting for spring.
He was the only thing not in my plans.
In my plans in my first year, bringing home 'the boy' 'a boy' any boy for that matter was not in my plans, but here he was. Not what i ever wanted, just, amazing, wonderful, hansom, everything i'd dreamt of, nothing that i had wanted. But here it was, i'd lost my ties to the past like autumn, feeling secure and beautiful because i'd found it, i'd found happiness, i'd found my life, my love, The moment they talk about in the movies,
the only thing they never say is this, after autumn comes winter, but after winter, comes spring . . . I'm waiting for spring.