May

She missed him in May,
On a cold winters day,
Through the harsh grey skies,
Is a plane she can't fly,
No money can say,
Why she missed him in May.

Something old :)

My mind on what is to come

Visions of the seasons i'm leaving

All the hard work that i've done 

All that's ahead is dreaming

 

As I recall people and memories

The want and need to get away

Now free to float on any breeze

Somehow I choose to stay