The seasons changed,
And so did our love.
The fleeting, flitting, fickle first feelings of false spring before the second coming of winter floated on the breeze…
Gently, quietly, barely noticed, they swirled with the undercurrent of something more.
A sudden, not-so-unsuspected cold snap pressed hard against the uncertainty of emotion yet undefined.
Brief as it was, it revealed a blossoming warmth that gave hope for coming growth.
The green bud pushed forth, struggling against natural and unnatural adversities.
Cathartic sunbathing in blissful awakening, two hearts bound by evergreen boughs, transformed yet familiar…
Bloom in extant, stronger, and more reverent for their trials.
A swing and a miss
I’m sorry miss
I took my chance
Though there was no chance
Perhaps in another life
We could’ve made a life
Did I mention
I babble when I’m nervous?
Are you going to eat that
Brush the dust off your halo Polish it till it shines But don’t do it on my account Because I’m doing just fine Without you running lines Like a desperate audition take Can’t fool me anymore I know it’s all fake
Convince yourself you’re innocent I’ve got a space in your head Without paying rent
Once I thought you were heaven sent Now I think you can just get bent