The Cycle
Autumn
is filled with
damp and decay
as vivid shades
fade away
to mushy muck
and wet gunk
that sticks
to the bottom
of muddy shoes
Then spring
will come and
muck will dry
and crumble
to become soil
for something new.
The Cycle
Autumn
is filled with
damp and decay
as vivid shades
fade away
to mushy muck
and wet gunk
that sticks
to the bottom
of muddy shoes
Then spring
will come and
muck will dry
and crumble
to become soil
for something new.
I wish winter would hurry the hell up and be over. Or at least the Christmas part of it. I’m sad and I’m lonely and I NEED you.
I love you so much man. So much
I’m sorry I’m such a mess
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