Nonexistent Seasoning

starry winter night missing her summer conversation softly wishing in vain moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of poison ivy starry spring evening missing her winter conversation a sweet, gentle breeze whispers her name teasingly moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of heavily concentrated acid starry summer night missing her spring conversation dehydration sneaking up on me as i see mirrored spots of her beautiful image moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of chocolate coated sewage starry autumn evening missing every season of her conversation another year older and my heart even more darkly clouded and cold moving on is like jumping off the high dive in many layers of absolutely nothing