creation

if we were young forever
then angels are we
dancing into the heavens
beyond the moon and the stars
beyond the world of imagination
but days pass by
as our childhood grows smaller
we werent meant to love anymore
our world grows cold
as the flaming dagger pierces our hearts
all our hopes and dreams
were taken by the future
erased by the past
as the last leaf falls to the ground
what will its memory be of us?
living in this cold cruel life
the love just wasnt meant to last