The season change bringing the grief of seasons past.
The hope that was once abundant, was now being covered.
By the pain.
By the memories.
If only to go back.
Wanting to give up everything for just one more shot.
None of it meant anything anyway.
The only happiness felt was before.
But now things were different.
They were no longer just stories with fairy tale endings.
They were consumed with death.
They were consumed with lies and heartbreak.
To forget it all would be a blessing and a curse.
To remember would be even worse.
If that day had never come, the season would have never begun.
And maybe the season would have never changed at all.
A nice dark poem to add to the collection. Sorry I have been inactive, I am currently working on a story at Wattpad so if you like this stuff you should go check it out, the link is down below! Like always I send my love and I will try to post again soon. Don't get mad at me if I don't though cause I am like ten chapters into the book I'm working on so....
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