I met you in the fall where the leaves turned orange, yellow, and red.
In your mind I knew of all.
Your dreams told me your truth as you lay your head to bed.
Winter came and frosted your windows.
The flowers died in your heart of meadows.
You picked a fight with mother nature, a shame no argument could tame her.
A wild spirit and a cold revenge.
The seasons change but the hurt never ends.
A spring day awakes you with a light rain dusting.
Blissfully staring at a dreamland you weep.
Blissfully ignorant the birds happily hum and cheep.
Summer is a season for fun and relaxation.
A beach with a breeze, no fear or hesitation.
Through the window you dream of seas.
The seasons will change but your sorrow never leaves.
YOU ARE READING
Pitiful
Poetry"Never trust a scream, it lies with its fear, it's scared of the truth, it's scared for you to hear." A collection of poems made about me and to be read by you. Please enjoy. ⚠️Content warning⚠️: May contain triggering content.
