Le Temps d’un automne

It's the light breeze on our faces as we walked the length of the pier as we watch the sun go down. The slow dances on the balcony as we listen to the soft musique carry us away. The long stares that meant to be only glances as we study for school. The helpful hints we gave each other when we couldn't get the answers. The reassuring look that things will be better even when we weren't sure ourselves. The fleurs I would receive when toi tell me toi not leaving, the token of our love. Those three little words everyone wants to hear and never get tired of saying. The book of citations that change...

toi are a beautiful creature with a fragile heart.
I wonder whatever happens to your smile behind closed doors?
Out of sight, out of mind, toi are the wind.
You are slipping through my hands.
Your brain is a slow moving train.
At the end of your rope,you taste the rain.
You are in such a haste to waste away.
Sad, toi have Lost all hope and want to escape really bad.
Time reveals your true colors.
Whichever part of toi will win this twisted game? toi sway back and forth like a willow tree.
You breathe and everybody knows your name. Fame is not enough to keep toi alive.
Why can't everything stay...