young fluttering hearts

Fall leaves falling, reminding us of constant time,
So when I reached my prime,
You're like a laughing cool breeze,
These are the days you might fill with laughter.

When we were young, fluttering hearts screaming fantasy,
These are the days you might fill with laughter,
We lay together talking bout nothing,
These are the days you might fill with laughter.

If I could get back to the beach house,
These are the days you might fill with laughter,
You encouraged me to continue writing,
These are the days you might fill with laughter.

When we were young, fluttering hearts screaming fantasy,
These are the days you might fill with laughter,
We lay together talking bout nothing,
These are the days you might fill with laughter.

When we were young, fluttering hearts screaming fantasy,
These are the days you might fill with laughter,
We lay together talking bout nothing,
These are the days you might fill with laughter.

© Becky Baillargeon 2009