I loved when you said I am yours,
I loved when you said I am not.
It made me feel like the breeze;
The breeze that walked with you,
When you were alone in the street.
The breeze you needed,
on the warm summer evening,
when you felt tiered;
But left after the night.
It made me feel like autumn;
That autumn when the leaves turn red,
The autumn which made you smile,
and gives calmness.
But walked away as the winter arrived.
Somehow I knew from the start,
That we never meant to be forever.
As the breeze and the autumn,
Loved each other,
But breeze left.
Because, he had many skies to wander
But autumn didn’t..