Dash of rainbow in the sky
Warm Sundays shinning up high
In this broad summer daylight
I don't want to hear goodbyes
These memories to treasure
Pages of my heart in leisure
Fuzzy hotness of summer
Fresh mantles turning over
Earthy color before us
Falling faded colors
As everything withers away
I wish that you heart will stay
Now the air gets colder
Icy winds for the slumber
Snow falls altogether
Flakes of ice,a great picture
Yet my heart had frozen
Please do realize I've been waiting
As the truth comes before me
Ice breaks setting me free
The new blooming flowers
Brings hope back to me
Four seasons now are ending
Still I'm hee e waiting....
*NOTE* OKAAAY.. SOME BACKGROUND OF THE STORY WHY I WROTE THAT POEM.
I HAD A CRUSH
(TSK.EVERYONE HAS A CRUSH RIGHT?)
FOR "FOUR YEARS"
HAHA! INCREDIBLE HUH? THAT LONG? WHY DON'T I GIVE UP? HAHA! I'VE BEEN TRYING!! I JUST CANT!!
HERE IT COMES.
YOU WILL REALIZE ALL OF THE PHRASES CONNECTS AND IT TURNS OUT TO TALK ABOUT THE 4 SEASONS (IN SHORT 4S) AND I HAVE BEEN WAITING?? YEAH! THE POEM TALKS ABOUT MY EXPERIENCE STRANDED IN THAT FEELING CALLED CRUSH IN THE SAME PERSON EVER!!! HUHHHHH.. THE TITLE SHOULD BE 4Y IN SHORT OF FOUR YEARS BUT THE TITLE IS KINDA OFF BECAUSE OF THE WAY I WROTE THE POEM
ANNDD. .
THAT'S IT!! DON'T WANNA DIG UP MY DIARY!! HAHAHAHAHA
BYEEEEE~
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PoetryOnce in your life you can be as desperate and sad thus reveals the inner you. How you portray things and matters in your imagination gives off a sudden urge to write and jot down constant growing feelings. I wish you would love my work. These are m...
