Seasons

Can I hold your hand?
This isn't what I planned.
The photos you burned that I cherished and stashed.
What are your demands?
I've been waiting at this newsstand.
These feelings of grandeur, will I ever understand?
Help me understand.

You've bottled your questions, why does it feel overwhelming?
I'm chasing the seasons, but I'm caught up in your autumn.
The skies and your eyes are both colored in deadening.
Can you tell me that I'm the one that you're longing?
Are we just forgetting?
Are we just forgetting?



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Writer(s): Banjone Roque
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