Your words were like a false sea,
only meant to convince me.
And when I asked what it’d be,
you still decided to go with the wind,
Foolishly I still waited, until eventually,
I grew tired of waiting for you,
and with each passing day,
I knew what you couldn’t say.
My life is changing,
Like the four seasons,
Though without any reason-
I find myself scared of it.
Change; it’s a horrifying but beautiful thing.
Like in the early mornings of spring,
We feel in such a deep way,
flooding our veins throughout the day.
Some let themselves feel,
then move on, as if it wasn’t a big deal.
Some cling onto their emotions,
causing commotions.
Some push it away,
For every word I can’t say,
I try to write it down,
but at the end of the day,
I know I’ll never find the words.
They jumble together,
like the sunset’s melting colors.
For every excuse I make,
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That's beautiful!
Thank you!!
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