MUSIC FOR SALE

Verse 1
I draw a line across the page, the hill where we first met,
A tree begins to take its shape, in graphite silhouette.
Branches reaching for the sky, like how you reached for me,
Shadows soft beneath our hearts, roots in memory.

Chorus
Love was blooming through my pencil lines,
Spring in our eyes, and summer in our minds.
But seasons change the way the heart believes—
Now I’m watching autumn sketch its grief,
And all that’s left are falling pencil leaves.

Verse 2
I shade the bark, I trace your smile, the wind begins to blow,
The golden light grows colder, imperfections start to show
Raindrops stain the paper sky, the colors start to fade,
The tree I drew stands trembling still, in what we once had made.

Chorus
Love was blooming through my pencil lines,
Spring in our eyes, and summer in our minds.
But seasons change the way the heart believes—
Now I’m watching autumn sketch its grief,
And all that’s left are falling pencil leaves.

Verse 3
Now winter hums its quiet song, as if it understands
Graphite runs down the paper’s edge — the pencil drops from my hand.
I keep one leaf inside a book, between the pages pressed,
A memory of love once green, now peacefully at rest.

I drew our love — now time erased the scene.
All that remains… is the leaf between.
The page is still, the lines are thin,
What once was love is folded in,
Between the strokes our memories hide,
I kept a leaf, pressed and dried.

You were my summer, bright and deep,
Now paper holds the tears I keep.

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