Of My Mind

Fall leaves fall in the shadow of your footprints

As you leave, a hundred year old tree spectates

No one can place a finger on us, so perfect yet so crooked

You drew into my heart, it became the snow after a sled race

You made my heart race

I fell victim to the smile on your face

What secret lies beneath those walls

I know now, and it echoes in the halls

Of my mind, you drove it to places it had only viewed

In my dreams, a footnote of what we became