if you were a season
what would you call yourself?
the sweet, happy, cheerful
yet nobody appreciate
Spring
the adventurous, sizzle-ing,
sexy yet had a lot of secret
Summer
the elegant, graceful, cozy
yet dark and ignorant
Autumn
the quiet, chill, pretty
yet cold and arrogant
Winter
tell me,
so i'm prepared
spending a season of you
-CMN-
YOU ARE READING
The Diary Of Multiple Feelings
Poetryi am more than just love i am pain i am sadness i am everything that i feel
