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Changing Seasons
If I could change anything
I would tiptoe back to that car
And keep my lips from dancing with yours
And I would let our words make space in between us
And maybe I'd wrap my arms around your neck
Or slyly let my fingers fall into yours
Then quickly wave goodbye
and pull that little Honda CR-V back home
If I could change anything
I would sit on the opposite side of the table
And look into your sleepy eyes a little more
And listen to you a little more
and ask you to play the guitar
And maybe then
I would have painted pictures of you in my daydreams and
My head would hum little songs of you
If I could change anything
I would have made my body run a little slower
and let my heart take the lead
and maybe let my words be more vulnerable than my skin
and maybe then
I'd be a crashing waterfall
A blazing wreck
of a tornado to get a little closer to you
I remember when we’d flirt like the rain does with puddles
And you decorated the sky with penciled "I love you"s
And the sound of your name would sketch a small smile on my face
and we kissed like running on wild flower fields
Free and happy and
so Fast
And my smiles grew into sunflowers
And summer wind
But I guess I adapt easily to changing seasons
I can’t look at your eyes anymore.
I think I stole the way they used to shine
and imposed a gray sky upon them.
and I hate myself for having no fear of falling leaves
and treating summer like nothing more than vacation.
I’m so sorry for
and for being your winter wind
I know we were seasons ago
and I know the hands who broke the heart can’t fix it
but
I just wish your eyes didn’t look so different
And I wish you didn’t smell so strongly of summer
I wish you were just a happy memory
but no,
you’re a constant reminder of my cold heart.
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