A story of love
It was printed black and blue,
It was the bitterness of winter,
the bloom of spring,
the dreams of summer,
the death of fall.
It was printed black and blue
This is the story of how the world began to fall,
how suddenly there was a shift in weight and
everything slowly and then quickly tumbled over,
how the dreamers reached for the stars and when they touch them,
it torched their souls,
how the innocent became corrupted,
how love rose to only fall.
This is the story of the leaf that fell from the tree after being too heavy for it,
after realizing it must let go.
And so it did.
And it fell
Rocking back and forth,
suspended in the air that demanded it forward,
falling and falling
with its lips barely touching the ground,
it closed its eyes for the end.
This was the story of us.
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