Lately, I wander every season.
Waiting for change...
but as usual, nothing happens.
In the summer, when the sun is full of enthusiasm, youth run in the heat playfully, and the yellow light conquers the world, is when I wait for myself to shine for you, to give my warmth to you, but you refuse.
Every autumn, when leaves tumble down, cold air flows through the atmosphere, and the face of the soil starts to dry, is when I wait for us to fall for each other's heart like an orange maple, but you refuse.
In the freezing winter, wherein the fireplace is always ignited, the blubber is always in hand and the snowflakes tenderly step down to the ground, is when I waited for us to unite, to resist against the parting mist, but again, you refuse
The fresh sensation of spring, wherein the flowers bloom and the umbrellas fight with the raindrops, I waited for our relationship to grow like the tulips dancing below the lilac sky, but, surprisingly, you...
Left me unattended, broken into pieces, hunted by the lost, old love who, waited for the right timing to ask, waited for the feedback, yet I'm still happy, that I had the patience, to wait for you, every season.
YOU ARE READING
Donna & Kim
PoetrySeven life-changing poems, that will bring you to the bad sides of love that only few people could see. A collection of metaphorical and wild imagination... (Will have a Part 2) ✨✨
