Seasons

I want to make something beautiful

out of this mess

when summer comes

it's not as exciting as spring

just warmer

but it's longer 

and then it's cold again

we are not seasons

you will not some back

everything dies in the autumn

the perfect time for closure

and buying stationary

I will go back

I didn't want to let go

just yet

no time for second chances

of untangling my thoughts

there will never be enough time for that

It's my fault 

for Loving the Cold

that brought this feeling