It was the ending of
fall, when we held hands.
The leaves were in the mix of yellow,orange and red.
And we sat there under the branches in my parent's backyard,
sitting on the branches of the trees.
We would whisper words that would scatter like stars up in space.
Words, that was meaningful.
Holding hands innocently, on the branches of the tree, in the
season of Autumn, we smiled for no reason.
And the feeling, grew and grew till it was impossible to remove
by a suregon.
The feelings and attractions surrounded me, and each day, we
would hold hands innocently.
Hug in the middle of the winter because it was too damn
cold outside.
It was beautiful and innocent how the snowflakes fell down the
clouds,
How it felt like love was sprinkling on top of us, with the
snowflakes.
Each day,month,season grew by and we
became inseparable, like a bee to
nectar.
We never grew up, we grew in, melting into wax from the candles
in the winter.
And I could find myself each day, becoming intoxicated and
addicted to your touch.
It was the first day of spring, when the grass on my parent's
lawn was bright coloured green.
We stood underneath our tree, "I have to leave" he
would say, "somewhere in Europe".
I stood there silently and I slowly nodded.
I guess distances seperated us, I knew that somehow,
we'll be together in a weird relationship.
I laid there in bed, 5 AM in the morning. I knew he was in
someone else's arms.
Not mine, as I tuck my knees and arms in as I pretend to hug
him.
The boy I once given my hands to hold his with in the fall, the
one I had given my arms to hug him.
The one I gave my lips to speak the things I couldn't, the
one I gave my heart away too.
