The crisp spring mornings lie of a warm summers day, deceiving with its clear blue skies.
The wilted branches of winter shall blossom again, whilst some of them rot and die.
The sparkling eye of a hedgehog emerges after months, guarded by pin teeth.
My love rested comfortably in April secured by your deceit,
Unknowing that the summer would scald, and I would be left to wallow.
Winter was just the same.
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She livened before death, and seemed mysterious to him.
Full of wonder he hadn't seen for a long time, which led him astray.
But as quickly as she came to life, her flickering bulb went dim
And he walked back to me, head held in shame, our love left to decay.
How could he have thought that an hour of life
Was worth leaving a lifetime of living?
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Collection Of Poems
PoesíaThese poems include themes of happiness, depression, mental illness, and breaking up with your significant other. They are still a work in progress in terms of structure, but are finished up to now. Constructive criticism is appreciated and thanks f...
