Would You Still Love Me

Would you still love me If i was a tree And instead of my leaves being yellow or orange It was black and lifeless With leaves that fail to plummet During the fall Would you still love me If instead of being full of sparkling flakes With white blissfulness that resembled pure innocence I'm filled with spiced, dark Almost polluted snowfall During the winter Would you still love me If instead of being filled with pastel newborn life Flourishing with unchanging breeze I was filled with suspenseful thunder Sweeping away the blossoming birth of peace During the spring Would you still love me If instead of a vibrant sun baked colors With heavenly refreshing Popsicle's I was filled with a burning hazy heatwave With long, desperate hours During the summer Would you still love me If the seasons turned into unpredictability With a sense of despair If instead of having four There is just endless frustration and anger, lingering through Penetrating even the most innocent Would you still love me If it became so broken its ill Searching for what's right With pieces held together with tape and glue Where taste, smell, touch, sight and what we hear still makes no sense What if the seasons are us 12/07/2018 Sponsor: Edward Ibeh