2: SweetYou'd sing me songs on your guitar, as we slept by the fire. Nice and cozy, your arms wrapped around me as you sung me songs of joy. I was amazed how you played. With soft sweet touches. Your voice sounded like the angels. For I'm sure myself that's were you came from. "Don't leave me" I spoke. And you whispered the lies "I wont."
We'd walk along paths and talk about our future. Of kids and marriage, of houses and jobs. We'd step on crisp autumn leaves, crunching in the wind. They'd fly off and I'd whisper "There goes our love. In the wide open world." I'd giggle at the thought. "Swirling along the clouds" you'd reply "they'll make rainbows and such." I'd smile at the idea. Rainbows, how silly, and how strange. But every time I see a rainbow now. I know it's a gift from you.
You brought me flowers after our fight. The one where I told you I hated you, and that you did too. They were daisies fresh and bright. Swirling colors of bright yellow. Most people