Dancing with brooms on hard tiled floors,
Staying up for hours, fighting mental wars.
Tiny little butterflies flutter through the air,
Fresh dainty daisies placed in your hair.
As the days are gone, they feel awfully long,
And ask my head and heart what's going on.
But then my silly heart beats too fast,
And your head is reminded of the past.
All of the freezing cold winter nights,
And summer days filled with lovely fright.
Despite their end being woeful and grey,
At least you and I shall always stay.
