not the changing leaves or the snowmelt streams
but all the memories that live there
the nights that brought me to my knees
the drives that taste like ex lovers
the kisses that never lasted long enough to love
never lasted long enough to love.
it's funny how good memories can turn bad
it funny how the boy I loved all through high school
decided blonde wasn't his favorite color anymore.
never did I think I would drown in the snowmelt streams
or crumble with the falling leaves
but my summer freckles are fading
and october is approaching too fast.
