Sometimes, some random thoughts make you very uneasy. One of these thoughts is the thought of losing my best friend. I tear up everytime. This time I put it down in words. If you have anyone close to you about who you feel like this, do share this with them.
Good things Come to an end. And like autumn They could leave A cold blue tinge.
Good things Come to an end. The ending is, however, All yours to decide. Would you turn back And see the ending - autumn turning to winter? Or would you create one - hold on to your autumn And walk on?