Nov 18, 2022
I like to think of that fall
You fell for me a little here
I pulled back a hair
i like to think of the spring
Fresh and hopeful
I felt you there.
The summer is a blur
Fast, sudden, taking over
Falling so easily into
Autumn.
With me still hoping
And sometimes coping
The winters’ coming,
And always above us
Mindlessly playing
Snow falling
Over and over.
Will you stay (back in my head)
Or do I cut you down
The weed that won’t stop growing