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My seasonal crushes Are like the changing days, Here to make my heart beat While they come out to play. My seasonal rushes Always fade away, I'll remember them Even if they aren't here to stay. I loved winter for so long For his pure glow. Looked like a blanket But he was cold snow. So much time thinking I belonged, Still it never felt right To keep something As only a glittery sight. Then came summer. Felt good to melt my cold bones. And what a stark difference That I didn't feel so alone. He was fiery ************ Gave me a sunburn to call a tan, Got a heatstroke and realized I needed a fan. Autumn is beautiful leaves, Like the ones he rolls and smokes. Mellow and no extreme, Easy personality to take and soak. Autumn is beautiful but leaves, Never sure where to expect him, All I could know was that I'd see him every now and then. Spring, you are so sweet. I never minded April showers When you are so warm and clean, So I could talk to you for hours. You're really hard to beat. You are a possibility. My here and now, A different probability.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC
Changing Days
My seasonal crushes Are like the changing days, Here to make my heart beat While they come out to play. My seasonal rushes Always fade away, I'll remember them Even if they aren't here to stay. I loved winter for so long For his pure glow. Looked like a blanket But he was cold snow. So much time thinking I belonged, Still it never felt right To keep something As only a glittery sight. Then came summer. Felt good to melt my cold bones. And what a stark difference That I didn't feel so alone. He was fiery ************ Gave me a sunburn to call a tan, Got a heatstroke and realized I needed a fan. Autumn is beautiful leaves, Like the ones he rolls and smokes. Mellow and no extreme, Easy personality to take and soak. Autumn is beautiful but leaves, Never sure where to expect him, All I could know was that I'd see him every now and then. Spring, you are so sweet. I never minded April showers When you are so warm and clean, So I could talk to you for hours. You're really hard to beat. You are a possibility. My here and now, A different probability.
5/15/17 It's crazy how much changes with time. Years give different destinations. Months are mile markers. Days set your sail. And seconds can have you stopped to smell the roses, or they can knock you miles away.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC
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