seasons

Her skin is cold like winter
Soft and icy to the touch
Her head is just like autumn
Ever changing as it falls
Her eyes are like spring showers
As her tears pour down like rain
But her heart is like the summer sun
Burning those who get too close

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Paper Thin

My walls are paper thin 

even though I am made of glass

All these things I hold within

can still knock me on my ass

 

There are no words to help me cope

with all the horrors I have seen

Even if I’m filled with hope

this slate will not wipe clean

 

Some memories stand still

even as the days roll by

Some continue to make me ill

No need to ask me why

 

These thoughts that fill my mind

will remain until I let them go

No longer pretending to be blind

So here, I let my feelings show