You are spring
And I am a blooming flower
Pleased to make your acquaintance
Now we stay out for another hour
Hot summer nights
Drive away jumping heights
Get a room and
Turn off all the lights
Autumn came
Sooner than I thought
Alone watching falling leaves like
Fallen dreams
Oh the sadness you brought
Cold as winter air
You know I'd wither
Without your love and care
So quickly seasons change
So did your feelings
I must have gone deranged
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
