Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Season of Love

I woke up thinking about you again. I can even still taste you in the morning air. Your name always on the tip of my tongue. Your warmth always holding me in the morning sun. But now the seasons of love have changed. I only hear "i miss yous" in the passing rain. Please come back season that i love. Every morning i'll think of you... wishing you would come

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