The rose bushes are bare
And the grass is thin
The trees are dry
And there is no wind
It's not like winter
It's not like spring
It's not like summer
It's not like anything
YOU ARE READING
the truth about love
PoetryThe truth is that love is sweet and selfless and warm and good. But people are bitter and selfish and cold and bad.
Before
The rose bushes are bare
And the grass is thin
The trees are dry
And there is no wind
It's not like winter
It's not like spring
It's not like summer
It's not like anything
