When I Fall


There are so many levels to the word fall
I’ve tried to find ways to explain them all

Autumn is my favorite season
Using the word fall seems like treason

It’s such an easy way to say something that feels so beautiful
Cool, crisp wind & fresh air that’s so plentiful

It often makes me want to fall asleep
Listening to trees & the breeze puts me in so deep

Speaking of so deep, what about how we fall in love
That phrase always stumps me, makes me wonder

Then I shrug
When you fall the first thought is that it hurts

It’s painful just like love when you realize it’s not gonna work
To think it all started out with a smile, because you’re a flirt

So you fall back and then you’re back on once again
When is this cycle gonna come to an end

Now you’re careful, fully aware
You won’t ever fall through the cracks

All it took is one time
Now you’re back on the right track

You can also chill out and cut the next guy some slack

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