Kalopsia - Illusions Of Love

LIKE THE DRIED LEAVES

I'm writing again today,
'cause it feels like an autumn day...
The orange hued leaves are again scattered along the bay,
Their promises are buried deep down, where they lay...

There was a time before the autumn of mine,
Where the flowers bloomed with the sun-shine...
When the infant leaves again promised the tree,
That they'll stay this time...
And the naive tree happily agreed

The seasons went by,
But the leaves stood by his side,
The tree was happy with the leaves, through the wind's ride...
And even when the mighty sky cried...

And then soon the winds got colder and colder...
As it was time for the harsh cold winters...
And that's when the gap between 'em went wide,
Because soon the tree realised that the leaves' d lied...

Their colour went fade,
And then they left as if it was their fate...
They say they'll not regret,
But
Like me, the tree can't forget -
The fake eternal promises they made,
Which were bound to fade...

Like the dried leaves...

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