SEASONS FOR THE FORLORN

I see the spring come

I see the bloom

Pretty flowers everywhere

Like the kind I used to put in my hair

But it is nothing I care about, furthermore

I doubt there is anything I really care about anymore


I see the blossoming life

I see children's smiles

Laughing like there is no tomorrow

Living carefree, as if they've forgotten all sorrows

It is nothing I desire, wish or want

Because in the end, it's those memories that haunt.


I see the radiant glow of the places

I see the warmth in them

Like an inviting dwelling, a pleasant home

A place you go to when the wrong cards are shown

But if I'm to stay, how long is too long?

And even if I go in there, how will I belong?


I've seen the winter come

I've seen the spring go

I guess I'll live a few seasons more

Just to see how long till everyone goes

It's as if I've been sad for so freaking long

That I have to get used to being forlorn 

Because nobody stays once the time is up

Everybody chooses to just give up.

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