My mind searches for spring,
For spring tells me I'm pretty.
It kisses me tenderly
As it's soft fingertips draws
Love on my shoulders.
For spring speaks with it's soul.
It's altruistic.
Spring cares for me,
Whispering that I'm strong.
It's everything I thought I needed.
But it makes me feel empty.
My heart yearns for summer.
For summer makes me feel alive.
It tells me I'm special, unique.
It scratches words in my skin,
Love doesn't exist
It's an illusion,
What it writes is pure lust.
For summer speaks with it's hands.
It's selfish.
Summer uses me,
Grabbing my cheeks roughly
As it tells me how weak I am.
It's everything I shouldn't need.
But it makes me feel whole.
- do you think it's easy?
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Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
