When summer ends, let me wither in the garden you forgot about when you saw the butterfly fly away,
I was hoping when the sun came out that you would want to stay,
But I know my mind has it's twists and turns and you might get a little lost,
There's no warranty on your sanity so keep your fingers crossed
YOU ARE READING
Four Seasons Growing Inside Me
PoetryThis is just a jumble of writing, poetry, self help, rolled into a little thing I'd like to call Four Seasons Growing Inside Me
