Seasons

December, December.

I will always remember your touch. Your cold-shouldered love.

You were always better at lust; luring me to trust

To believe you were right for me.

June, June.

We met too soon.

We were too much the same.

I loved your eyes in the summertime.

I didn’t know you then/I wish I didn’t know you now.

But we see better after long and heartbreaking days.

August, August

I knew I didn’t need to trust

that you were good for me.

Thankfully you flew by fast, and too long you didn’t last.

September, September.

You’re really the one I don’t want to remember.

Streetlights and park benches late at night

Only lead to catastrophe.

October, October.

You looked promising, I will admit.

But I knew better than to believe

The tears you cried in my front seat.

November, November.

No, no we will not remember the 5^th of November. (Such a horrid time)

That month especially I wish I could erase.

I knew then that you were trouble.

And so one more time we meet December.

I confessed my love and I thought I had arrived.

But even then, it was all a lie.

I don’t know what drug you slipped me for those next few months

But I was yours. Heart and Soul.

January, February, March, April and May,

How I wish they never came.

I was a slave. And I was one gladly.

I wish I could take my love away from those few days

I wish my soul from that time I could replace.

The months of Fall came round and I returned once again.

Oh December, December.

I will always remember your touch. Your cold-shouldered love.

You were always better at lust; luring me to trust

To believe you were right for me.