clean slate
crisp air
cold wind
brushing through your hair
sucking in the air
misty, foggy mornings
droplets of dew on the
pines and petals
the trees' empty branches for
autumn made the
leaves fall a while ago and
spring is yet to arrive
It's the time in between
the waiting
the nothing
the 'not yet' and
the 'not anymore'
may all your
worries come back
after christmas
and may the
new years resolutions
be broken by default
because
besides a single digit number
nothing changes
promises,
secrets that can't be kept
It's all the same
you're afraid of the change but is anything gonna change at all?
YOU ARE READING
A COMPILATION OF HEART AND BRAIN
PoetryIt's funny how I struggle with sharing my thoughts yet here I am exposing them to everyone
