Trembling I feel this is going wrong,In whispers, your voice calls meBut I don't want to hear it.Will it ever leave my mind?I thought we were on the same pageFeeling like we're different nowDifferent places, different stages.People keep on how a perfect match we areBut truthfully I am not sure anymoreMaybe I'll change my mind, or maybe I won'tThe bottom line seems blurry enough to act on blurry visionOne day it may be clear to keep moving forward.
I wish I could forget itI wish you would forgive meBut every time I see youI just can't unsee it.Every damn fightLike the one in Barcelona.It was all my faultYou know I'm insecureI wish there was a wayFor you to understand.You painted us goldAnd I made us blue.I'm so sorry it didn't workI really wish it did,At least for you and me.
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
Now I knew I lost her --Not that she was gone --But Remoteness travelledOn her Face and Tongue.Alien, though adjoiningAs a Foreign Race --Traversed she though pausingLatitudeless Place.Elements Unaltered --Universe the sameBut Love's transmigration --Somehow this had come --Henceforth to rememberNature took the DayI had paid so much for --His is Penury
When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,And feathered pampas-grass rides into the windLike aged warriors westward, tragic, thinnedOf half their tribe, and over the flattened rushes,Stripped of its secret, open, stark and bleak,Blackens afar the half-forgotten creek,--Then leans on me the weight of the year, and crushesMy heart. I know that Beauty must ail and die,And will be born again,--but ah, to seeBeauty stiffened, staring up at the sky!Oh, Autumn! Autumn!--What is the Spring to me?