It's spring,
the season of life and beauty
but why does my mind tell my heart to feel like autumn
where the leaves are falling
and everything is slowly dying
• -To My Dear Lover Boy
YOU ARE READING
Whisper like thunder
PoetryIf only you saw what I wrote about you, you would know my heart was pure -T.M.D.L.B
Seasons
It's spring,
the season of life and beauty
but why does my mind tell my heart to feel like autumn
where the leaves are falling
and everything is slowly dying
• -To My Dear Lover Boy
