spring time
I wake up in the morning and feel better than I've ever felt the ice in my heart is slowly beginning to melt, there once was a time I felt things were so difficult, but her eyes shot through me like a lightning bolt I've waited so long to enjoy the summer of my youth I've waited a lifetime to glimpse the truth for colors to be vibrant instead of moot for love to stop causing pain and start to soothe
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.