Spring days are for hopeful starts,
Blushes and giggles with longing hearts.
My simple belief that we’ll never part.
This time, I know, will be a work of art.
Summer afternoons we spend in the sun,
Running on the beach for a bit of fun,
Letting my hair out of its simple bun,
Sharing little kisses until the day is done.
Autumn evenings bring colors so bright,
Only tainted by constant fights.
But still, I try to believe this is right,
Even as frost begins to bite.
Winter nights I sit and cry,
Feeling like my heart has died.
That promise of love was all a lie.
I can’t stop asking myself, why?
Spring days are for new starts,
You coming back to ask for my heart.
But this time, you’re not a part.
I walk away and begin a new work of art.
*(Note: This was another one of my early pieces. I wrote it long before I’d ever been in a relationship, so it was really just me messing around and trying to write a love poem. I don’t know if this can be considered a love poem, but you know. It was still a beginner when I wrote this.)
Picture source: Sandra Graves/Isis Rising
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