Seeds Of Love

i thought that we were lucky

i thought we were the ones

you held my hand and made me soup

and brought me scoops of fun

it seems the clouds are nearing

they won't just blow away

but the memory of the love we shared

might hang around and stay

i can't predict tomorrow's tears

or hope for new beginnings

when grey skies loom above us

and cancel out our winnings

please try and hold the seeds of love

and always do remember

what happened once upon a time

that first day of november

-beth lisick