Left Behind; Not Forgotten
The old path of Spring
Has solemnly been covered
Stones hidden under Snow
It has long since suffered
Through the Seasons--
I've traveled upon it
Your hand in my own
But it doesn't seem to fit
Kisses of innocence
Have turned bitter and sour
Winter is arriving
And it's the darkest hour
And you've grown colder
This trek is now haunted
The leaves has fallen
You have gotten what you wanted
And beneath the snow
I know the path is there
But I turn my back
For I no longer care.
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