Desole - The Autumns

Look

In her eyes

As she laughs at the world

Waxen arms

With wings tied

Veil the troubles denied

As flakes

Through the air

Of a soft april snow

Falling wet

To the ground

So her frail hopes are bound

I know

That you’re searching for truth

And I know

That you hurt

But I cannot be the one

Who holds

You enclosed in his arms

Whispering

In your ear

For I love another, it’s true