let it be

swing-swing.

we fell in love
on the first of May
when the birds sang
sweet songs
and the flowers bloomed
in bountiful colors.

swing-swing.

we ran away from reality
and created our own
wonderland, where we
were free blackbirds
finally learning to fly
with our broken wings.

swing-swing.

wednesday,
the perfect day for
everything;
our birthdays, day
we started dating,
our future wedding,

our break-up.

swing-swing.

because everything
seemed to be going great,
yes, I'll admit
that I took our love
for granted - I'm sorry.

swing-swing.

our memories form the
silhouette that should
have you been by my side;
instead,
I walk side by side
with my own shadow.

swing-swing.