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I've fallen before...
Fell into the coldness of a winter night,
and sunk into the chilling shadows of the moon.
I've tripped on the stutter of my words,
and let myself collapse into gloom.
Yet I've never fallen in love before.
Never melted in the tenderness of ones heart...
Or drowned in the eyes of love.
I've never understood the feeling...
of how it is
to truly fall.
Meet me not
in these grey winter years
enough have we spoken
words would lethally pierce

our hearts-- silence is never so dear-
this is not the time for regretful tears
love's last petals have fallen on the frozen snow
sentiments that are dead no longer harbour fears.
Someone stole my color
And threw it to the wind
Scattered like ashes
I don’t know if I’ll ever find it

Someone stole my color
From the face I know so well
I saw it in the cotton candy clouds
And the teal ocean swell

Someone stole my color
I guess that’s where it went
The world looks so much brighter
Like something heaven-sent

Someone stole my color
And that’s what no one knows
Depression isn’t black
It’s the color of a rose

It’s the light orange in a sunset
And the yellow of a peach
Light blue, my favorite color
So simply out of reach

Purple like my favorite eyeshadow
No, lavender, I’d guess you’d say
And my favorite music artist
Although he has passed away

Someone stole my color
Now everything’s too bright
I suppose sometimes darkness
Isn’t the opposite of light

Someone stole my color
So I’ll wear grey and black
As if in mourning
Until I get it back
We desire mutual understandings,
Yet spare no effort in understanding,
And fear that when we are understood.
The gentle breeze caress me,
As I stare at the skies by the sea,
The leaves are falling slowly,
And the birds sing softly for free,
When your death came before me,
The universe mourned you for me,
For I lived too long somewhere magical,
A place of you and me,
Now life devoid you is surely hevel,
That is what they don't want me to see.

They warned me beforehand,
Magic never last,
When you find out how the trick is done,
And so the magic is gone.

The trick to her magic,
was her being alive.
The night was calm yet glowing,
with a sky so full of light;
I wondered if stars were singing,
a melody just as bright.

The children tucked into their beds,
and the autumn air so clear;
It's as if the song had come along,
just to tingle in my ear.

I walked among the pumpkins,
the leaves fell crisply there;
Along the coral pathway,
with the song still in the air.

Then suddenly I heard a cry,
from the hearty maple tree;
Reflected in the shine of light,
it begged to be set free.

So I began to sing up to the stars,
my favorite song of love;
And as my voice grew louder still,
celestial sighs came from above.

The peace I felt one eerie night,
can only be described;
As angels watching from great heights,
to keep our hearts alive.
The sky is filled with heavenly hosts,
who help us all survive !!
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