Seasons of Change
Ok, so this the first poem I've ever written outside of school so don't be too harsh. It probably sucks badly, especially considered I wrote it in 30 seconds.
Spring has come and you feel alone, summer is here and you sit so pretty, so lonely still, but look it's cold out, and I have gone, I have left you; your old armor gone, out here where winter now has risen, maybe I'll come back in spring, to drag you from the depths of fall.
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