People always remember
December and Summer.
Because their love began and ended in the
Heat and the cold.
But our Love was
Different.
Our Season was Fall.
It was perfect because
When I fell,
We both did.
And we caught each other.
And when the cold came,
And the heat afterwards,
Those Seasons had no power.
And then the Fall came again,
And we tripped even harder.
But the difference was,
When we fell,
Someone else caught you.,
But no one caught me.
And as our Seasons change...
I'm still falling.
