Last spring I lay in a bed of comfort
Painted with stability, a profound confidence radiating throughout my body
Yellow for the sun that'd kiss my skin farewell
Red for the overwhelmed vitality of love; intimacy at it's pure
Green for a lucid state of mind free of chaos and anticipation
Purple, the memories I'd take for granted soon forgotten

My silhouette lay twined amongst the vines that'd seep from the ground
Weaving between blades of grass
Accompanying my restful soul
that seemed to have gone unbothered

Summer, Autumn, Winter
Mocking what felt as my last breath
I'd lay that spring in a bed of thorns
Bathed in red from lust and broken hearts
Tormented with a ray of yellow, I'd long for a kiss farewell

I lay that season in a different state than that of which once occurred
Encountering it with a hope of autumn leaves falling alongside my worries
Amongst new colors I'd desire to lay
In search of a virtuous amour pro-pre