till death do I part
for better or worse
inside of my heart
is one lovely curse

till I catch the sun
forgetting to rise
I’ll remain the one
with tears in my eyes

till I sway the moon
to let the night stay
I’ll silently swoon
and curse with each day

till time I can turn
around on a whim
you may never learn
that I’m on the brim

till all that remains
is springtime and fall
my heart only pains
and yearns for your call


Tagged: fall, love , spring , wait

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