A short love poem that didn’t evolve the way I thought it would. Losing someone when you thought they will be there is just another experience. It takes away your trust in things and people. It’s okay though you grow up and learn from this. You now understand better who to trust and who not to.
Hope you like it!
In spring I met him
He loved my laugh
And asked me for coffee
In summer we cuddled on his bed
While the screen played some random movie
In fall my life started falling apart
My smile weaken and my eyes lost their shine
And through I tried to battle
with all my might
In winter I hoped he’ll warm me
When hopelessness sunk in deep
And there was just air below my feet
But he didn’t.
Distance was all that was granted
With expectations of a love broken
I fell lower than I thought I could take
Laying on the hard cold ground
Gasping for breath
I was really stupid in spring
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