I'm your little boomerang.
I come back, always.
I promise, swear to myself that this is the time I finally let go.
I write about it, tell all the leaves I walk on.
Scream it so loud, my throat gets sore.
"I'm done", I say with pride dripping out of my eyes.
A little smile, the spark of your soul, and we go back to crash season.
The trees on my way know no mercy.
I'm your little boomerang, but someday,
I'll be gone forever.
YOU ARE READING
winter colors
Poetry"I first saw you on a September day Made me feel things I wish I'd never felt Too often, you took my breath away. Then came the winter, cold, lonely and hopeless, too Grey, a color I despised before you A color I hated after you." winter colors II...
