I met you in the spring,
Full of dreams,
And promises you couldn't keep,
Summer was a quiet breeze,
Too-good-to-be,
Full of false possibilities,
Then Autumn came,
And like its leaves we fell,
We were not the same,
Our colors changed,
So all that was left was for the breeze,
To take us our separate ways
So there I was in the winter,
Nothing but a leafless tree,
Cold, thinking of what we could be.
I missed the Spring,
So when it came back,
How devastating it was for me to see,
It wasn't the seasons that changed,
It was me.
