One of my friends wrote it <3
ghostcatcher
Our Love was Born in Spring
Do you stilll remember
spring was just last year.
Like flowers our hearts opened,
the pink blossoms of the peach tree
fell with the time.
Our love was born in spring
The flowers were bright
but soon lost their shine.
The struggle to face it's mystery.
Summer came out to blare all.
Our love was born in spring
The sun murdered the moon.
Each blossom became like the wind,
as the light ashed the flowers.
Our love was born in spring
They were gone by autumn,
not a single trace of petals left.
Our love was in pain then
One year later after spring,
the flowers bloom once again
but the pink blossoms of that peach tree
blossomed no more.
Yes spring is beautiful,
yet nothing is new.
No young love
No love at all.
Our love died.
