Seasons Without
The Change of Season, the Change of Heart
By Samantha ZickgrafPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
Like
Share
It ached like sunburn and the way you couldn't breathe
tears fell like the leaves and my soul changed color too
A heart frostbitten, dying
for a warmth that would never radiate again
And when things started to blossom
the earth was not the same
Like
Share
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.