She loved the seasons every year,
Because they stayed the same,
Stayed exactly as they were.
Spring came, then summer
Autumn and winter.
Never failing to compromise
Who's turn it was with her.
They were consistent.
Just like the nights sky
Swapping with the sun
Every day
As she watched them up high.
They became predictable and true,
Making her less blue.
Easier to trust,
Than the people in her life.
Easier than cutting herself with a knife.
She never understood why people always left.
Left her questioning if that's what was best.
Little did she know;
She was strong on her own.
And she should've questioned the way
And why,
She even wanted these people to stay.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
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