Winter


This season used to remind me of our love; cold and bitter
Full of grief and mourning; sad and lonely
Yet on thing strikes my mind as the leaves begin to fall
No longer a dead weight to the trees, they are browned and old
People walk among them as if they were nothing
They are dried up
But my love for you is like the blossoming of the flowers on a tree
Forever blooming into bright beautiful colors
Over and over
Year after year
Even though their fate is as good as the leaves
My love for you knows no risk,
My love for you will not dry or shrivel
But it will forever change with the seasons
My love is like a flower in spring waiting to be sprung
My love is a new and deepening feeling
My love for you is planted where it had died before...
Like the scars on the wrists of a young girl who hates her skin
As a look at you, I realize out love was not like winter at all
For it found warmth in the coldest of places
and the leaves mean nothing anymore.

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