A leaf falls from the tree,
so then,
a new thought is—
what we will see.
The bells ring and—
the footsteps sound.
Just like an echo
coming back to its house.
Colors change—
while feelings fade.
The books did age—
but our history stays.
You met someone
but I still want you,
Yes, you met someone—
and I still feel the blues.
Tell me
How do I change—
my seasons of you?
How do I turn my aches—
into something good?
How do I make me happy?
YOU ARE READING
Breaking Up
Poetry"Hand me the pieces- of my heart, i'll mend it- all by myself." Poetry 2016 @powderspgnbb
