SEASONS
She never liked the way the spring sun set
How suddenly the clouds met
And the ground became wet
She never liked the way the winter winds would blow
Cold as snow
Always unsure whether to stay or go
And the night in autumn, how dark it was
She hated it because
It always seemed to buzz
With life, with something
With too many nothings
She couldn't close her eyes with the shadows shifting
She hated the hot, damp summer
How it seemed to go along forever
And the bugs! They wouldn't let her
Breathe
They wouldn't let her
Be
Why couldn't they let her?
No, she didn't like the seasons
And for that she had her reasons.
This is a really old poem of mine.
Really.
Old.
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Short Stories And Stuff
القصة القصيرةReally short stories and stuff. But mostly stuff. So far: - Stuff I was tagged in - Stuff I wrote for school - Stuff that's way too old - Attempted poetry - Stuff that has no place anywhere else (Cover by @benjammies!)
