Summer, winter, fall
Fall colours, the greens, the oranges, the yellows
Each their own beauty.
Just like you were to me
My very own special leaf that I hoped fell for me
The momeories were like walking in a forest
The memories piling up beneath my feet
Then it became night, and the colours became the same
Darker shades of feelings I thought were shared.
I don't want to let you go
Thoughts about my ex
And every moment that we spent
My mood is suicidal
And i can't except this final wave
Burn my feelings in a pile
I cannot find the strength to smile
Mad about the sad shit
Sorry thats just how I feel
Can no longer say I'm fine
And fix this broken mask
Summer, winter, fall
The butterflies have gone
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
