Poem: The Change

by Sherry
 
Winter time-A season where things lie dormant
A time where most things die
During these cold months my heart died and I lost myself
 
Spring time-A season where things come to life and prosper
A time where most things heal and grow
By this time, I'll smile and be happy or need anybody
But until then, you will be in my thoughts
And I will hate you for it...