Red Hooded Romance
Your shadow follows me through the woods.
You let your head lie upon my chest,
When wearing your red hood.
You do anything to try to impress,
Dreaming dreams of such oak trees.
Stars may fall and season's colors may transform.
Our love is something I never want to flee.
This autumn season is perfectly warm,
The thunderstorm that shakes everything.
Leaves are broken and torn,
You are holding on to me by a string.
That I have many regrets in which need to burn.
I am the leaves and you are the storm,
And all I want to do is leave you and the scars that make you warm.
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