Jul 17, 2006 17:17
I asked her once or twice,
(And then five more times)
Where it was I first had dropped the ball.
I do so love the fall
Because the chill puts off the heart
And you wrap it in your shawl
So your blood doesn't cool too quickly
For the fool in the bud, who pines sickly
Cus he's failing to make a fire
With the heat of his words
in the dour, still evenin' to ward off
Freezing thoughts of reason
Again another autumn nears
This is stretching to years
and it's proving my fears
While the trees bleed slow
Red and gold
If they just keep their roots
There yields a future opportune
But is it true you believe
What I mean by soon?
I asked her once or twice,
(And then five more times)
She didn't know what happened after all.