we were like spring
colorful
fresh
a growing love
you were like summer
hot
fun
a wanderlust; roadtrip
i was like autumn
falling
red
blown away
you turned into winter
cold
harsh
lifeless eyes
and the seasons ended there
lasting for exactly a year
YOU ARE READING
Solace
PoetryThese are the words I've been dying to speak But if I do They would pronounce me weak So read and understand Before I say "I never want to see the light of day." A collection of poetry, on life, love and loss.
