The weeds tickled and wrapped their arms around her
with promises of the passing of springtime
The warm rays of the trademark of summer kissed her nose
which breathed in the smell of the creeping thyme
The blossoming flowers brought hope of new life
She let herself sink into the lemonade and the cherry ice cream
She let herself sink into the amber color of his hair
As the creeping thyme stopped, the time started creeping
The autumn winds threw leaves from their homes
and hair from behind her reddening ears
With each drop of summer melting and running with the wind
his promises seemed to be raked away, pile after pile
She let herself sink into the mauve walls and the burning fireplace
She let herself sink into the daydreams and broken hope
The lackluster winter brought cold and fear
With every snowflake, his anger drew nearer
The picture of perfect was stained with the blood
of a child unborn who spoke lessons to her from somewhere far away
The snow piled up and there was no hope for escape
She let herself sink into the hot chocolate and cold wind
She let herself sink into the dreaded sound of his footsteps
The spring, back in all its glory, brought nothing but rain
The garden was flooded and the rose bushes only stung
She listened to birds as they chirped signs of danger
He swallowed her whole in all of his anger
She let herself sink into the dead flowers and hurricanes
She let herself sink into him
She never should have let herself sink into him