Infinite
It is fall
In early spring
And when a boy tells you he loves you
It will be through a honeysuckle smile
His soft lips will have you believing every word
And in that moment
You will feel infinite
Then there will be a later time in your life
When that same boy
Leaves
You will realize that you fell under his sweet spell
And you have became a slave to those 3 words
But when you realize this boy doesn't love you
You should realize that this doesn't mean you aren't worthy of love
And in that moment
You should feel
Infinite
-m.c.-