April slips through open windows Like a secret dressed in light Wearing morning on its shoulders And vanishing from sight You arrived without a warning Like a note I didn’t know Falling gently into silence Where forgotten colors go And you spoke in quiet motions That the wind already knew April lies in painted daylight In the way it feels like truth Every petal tells a story That was never meant to prove April lies in fleeting moments In the breath between goodbye And I believed the way you lingered Even knowing it would lie Piano dust on empty hallways Echoes learning how to fade Every sound a fragile memory Time was never meant to save You became a passing echo In the corners of my mind Like a melody half-finished Left behind in changing time And I held it like a secret That was never mine to keep April lies in painted daylight In the way it feels like truth Every petal tells a story That was never meant to prove April lies in fleeting moments In the breath between goodbye And I believed the way you lingered Even knowing it would lie If seasons ever learned to speak They’d whisper what they cannot keep That even beauty knows the cost Of everything it lets be lost …you said spring always comes back… …but you never did… …so I learned… how to watch flowers without asking them to stay… …April… was never really honest, was it… …or maybe I just believed too easily… April lies in gentle sorrow In the light that slips away And I carry what it gave me Though it never meant to stay April lies in fading colors In the space where we once were And I loved you like a moment That was never meant to last April leaves without a sound But it never really goes It lingers in the quiet places Only memory knows
