mots à maux

XLXXXIV

what happened to me ?
she asked herself before sleeping
she used to be so joyful and naive and outgoing
loving the sun and the flowers
her favourite season was spring
and she wrote poetry all the time

he only came and left
and now she smiles only when rain falls
and never stops to smell the flowers anymore
her favourite season is nature decaying in autumn
all the pages of her poetry notebooks are empty
u sure it's only because of maturing and growing up ?
u sure it's not because he changed you ?
u sure the younger you would recognize herself ?