Unwanted, Like the last day of summer, the blindness from attraction has slowly, started to fade
I watched the last summer sun, set with you, the gold and the blue. The only colours left in your eyes, show lifeless figures, dead from cold. You rest your head in your hands, through your eyes you see the change, we'll wait for the gold. We'll wait for the gold again.
You burned the pages that i wrote, for you, in the winter. To keep you warm and safe.
Another night like this, and i'll need more ink, to write the things you said, so i don't forget them.
With the gold in the sky, and you, by my side. I'll let the pages burn, i will destroy this.