My Summer: My summer was sweet, My summer was kind, It'd hold my hand, and I'd call it mine. It'd cuddle with me; watching fireworks on my porch. It'd swing with me; we would never be bored. My fall: My fall grew apart. There were those moments of warmth though, just a little spark. But then the leaves started to fall, one by one. Now I wonder: Where went the sun? It became colder, as I got older. And now where's the warmth? It's almost winter. My Winter: Lonely, depressed, I soon became. My summer was over; now coldness would rein. I'll always remember, my summer true. When will winter be over? Gone through and through? My Spring shall never come, it's now a reminder. Of what once was; my few seasons of love.
