My Poetry

Changing

Some things change,
Like the colour of his hair.
Blue, green, purple, red
A beautiful change.

Some things change,
Like how often we talk.
Every hour
To every weekend.

Some things change,
Like what we wear.
Jumpers in the winter
And shorts in the summer.

Some things change,
But some things never do.

Like the way I love him
Forever and fated.
The way his hand fits in mine
Like it was made for me.

The way he smiles
Bright and wide.
Or how he laughs
Trying to hide.

I would give everything
To make sure he's happy.
So I hope he's happy with me
So things never change.