Changing Of The Seasons Poem by dances inpuddles

Changing Of The Seasons



Dont sit and look at me,
With those jet black eyes.

Dont look through me,
Like you know me.

So, I've changed.
So have you.

Titilation
Exasperation
Let down
Feeling blue

Dont look through me,
Like you know me.

So, I've changed.
So have you.

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