spring was your
favourite season
and you often times
compared our relationship to it
spring was
flowers and buds
blooming on
fields and trees
it was the sound
of the last frost
crackling under
your feet
it was the feeling
of the warm breeze
tickling
your rosy cheeks
it was the taste
of spring rain
as we had
our much awaited kiss
most of all
spring tugged upwards
the two ends of
your lovely lips
but out of the
pleasantries
you had come up to
describe the simile of
our love
i guess
even back then
in your fantasies
you had realised
that spring only
lasted a while
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
spring was your
favourite season
and you often times
compared our relationship to it
spring was
flowers and buds
blooming on
fields and trees
it was the sound
of the last frost
crackling under
your feet
it was the feeling
of the warm breeze
tickling
your rosy cheeks
it was the taste
of spring rain
as we had
our much awaited kiss
most of all
spring tugged upwards
the two ends of
your lovely lips
but out of the
pleasantries
you had come up to
describe the simile of
our love
i guess
even back then
in your fantasies
you had realised
that spring only
lasted a while