Holly Golightly,<There is an end>

Words disappear

Words once so clear

Only echoes

Passing through the night

Lines on my face

Your fingers once traced

Fade in reflection

Of what was

Thoughts rearrange

Familiar,now strange

All my schemes

Prifting on the wind

Spring brings the rain

With winter comes pain

Every season

Has an end

I'll try

To see through your disguise

For the clouds were there

Blocking out the sun

The sun

Thoughts rearrange

Familiar,now strange

All my schemes

Prifting on the wind

Spring brings the rain

With winter comes pain

Every season

Has an end

There's an end

There's an end

There's an end

There's an end