Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2022
§atire

You're a heated moment
You come on strong,
Go the same away

You're sprung;
Like midday in May
June, August you're so far gone,
Before long
You're forgotten past the leaves of November,
On to December


You love not kind

You love not tender

You love not true

You love not do


When where was I
But in a heated moment,
Ceded a goodbye
Melanie
Written by
Melanie  69/F
(69/F)   
  402
   little lion
Please log in to view and add comments on poems