The ghost of our memories whisper in the chilly breeze
The trees once alive now filled with dead leaves
My heart warm as a hot chocolate
Hoping to melt your cold heart
Maybe I was too hopeful from the start
As the seasons change
All I feel is pain
As I crave the warmth of our summer days
The days that fill my mind and keep me awake
I cuddle close in my sweater to fight the cold
The cold shoulder you now behold
Last fall I was in a better state mind
This fall I find myself pushed behind
I used to miss the fall
But now I miss you most of all

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written from the soul
PoetryListen to my deepest and darkest secrets slowly revealed in a jumble of metaphors and similes :)