Are we okay?

May flowers are due any day,
so beautiful, wild and free.
August's warm kiss seems so far away,
and Aprils showers are drowning me.

Everything is differnt now,
but I tell myself it's okay.
Everything is changing now,
almost like the good wishes not to stay.

Kisses seem shorter now,
and hugs don't seem as tight.
I could be very wrong right now,
but we seem to love to fight.

Everything is different now,
as if we are not okay.
Everyting is changing now,
as if the good has gone away.

May flowers are due any day,
so beautiful, wild and free.
But August's warm kiss seems so far away,
and Aprils showers are drowning me.