Pine Trees

Six months after

I know no better

Than to shrug this off, yet wonder

As summer turned to crimson colors

And friends turned into strangers

do I need to step out of a Grimms' book

to get the 'after' out of 'ever after'?

Now that the dawn sets on newfound greens

I live to wait if History'll repeat itself, again

I live to wait.

I'll lose myself in stories I've never heard (lose myself)

I'll lose myself in stories I've never heard (lose myself)

I'll lose myself in stories I've never heard (lose myself)

I'll lose myself in stories I've never heard (lose myself)

I'll lose myself in stories I've never heard (lose myself)

Should've stuck to pine trees.