Spring, Summer Fall and Winter

We Would a been together but it seems like the weather
You played me for my friend I should have known it then
Why did you break my heart and leave me all alone in the dark 
I thought i could trust you and i thought that really could care for you 
I guess it seems like the days when they came and when they went away
It would have been me and you, but i guess it seems like......
Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter 
All of the days that i'll remember March, May And July those where the times 
That we had a fight now i guess it's over me and you over 
some days I wish that the seasons would have never changed because they say just like the 
seasons you grow..
You where like my only one and I didn't wanna have to let you go...
But my season is starting to change 
I can't say in this drowning weather because it's killing me
 I can't shovel up this heavy snow
because when the sun comes out it's ready to go..it's killing me 
And the leaves are just the many many times that i cried...
That's why my season is no more 
with you and it's a new change 
new weather , new love, new me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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February 2, 2009 at 4:11 PM
you have an excelent concept. and the way you use the seasons as a subject and relate it to the way you feel is very poetic in it' s concept and good. but the english needs work. i'm not trying to hurt you. the piece is good but it can be alot better if you want it in a book. John H Loving III
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January 28, 2009 at 6:08 AM
Welcome to PoetrySoup LaKendra. Hope you will continue writing and sharing your excellent poetry with us. Love, Carol
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