Seasons
Winter storms and freezing rain,
Wash away most of my pain.
Followed by countless springs,
Curing my many bee stings.
Summer skies and beach days,
Puts me out of my miserable haze.
Autumn sunsets come and go,
Finding a way to cushion the blow.
Season after season,
And I'm still not healed.
Without out you in my life,
I don't think I ever will.
