The Curse of the Seasons
I recall that pulse of summer,
vivacious and lively when I first met you.
Fall sprang into worlds of color,
I learned the meaning of Love is Blue.
Through the winter, snow sparkled down.
We were tucked away in a rabbit hole.
Wonderland in ice and pain -
During this time we lost control.
As the glisten melted, so did you.
Spring brought me no blossoms at all.
The taste of fresh summer air I hate
because it's you I recall.
And the world shifts into Autumn brown.
I loathe these harvest fevers...
My world is black and gray and white
I'm reminded how you left here.
But most of all I curse the winter.
Its frosty cackle stole you from me.
And the seasons continue in a tortured cycle,
so from this pain I'll never be free.
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