Feelings, Seasons, Phases

Hello, Bloggers; Um this poem I actually wrote it today and couldn't wait to put it up here and hear what you guys have to say about it. My economics class is 3 hours long so i did something more productive to stop me from falling asleep to my professors voice. So here it is: Read. Comment. Enjoy.


In the lonely hours of the cold winter days;
my eyes are closed but my heart is still awake.
I cannot see but my heart can feel;
the brutal abuse as my dignity peels.
Your heart is as cold as the winter breeze,
that brushes against my fragile skin.
Your lips as bitter as the salty tears,
that keep on running down my face.
But even the winter goes away;
just like my feeling's faded shade.
Eventually, spring comes along,
out come the birds to sing a song.
Even the trees grow back their leaves;
the flowers grow back from the ground,
and what is lost can then be found.
But then comes the summer and saves the day,
with a lot to do and a lot to say.
The sun drys up those hurtful tears,
your dreams have never felt so near.
Please hold strong and don't you fall,
cause' after summer comes the fall.
The wind blows harder, and the end seems farther.
Only preparing you for what is to come.
and then again, comes the winter,
like an uncurable splinter.
But it's been told; so you should know
that things come, and eventually go.
But baby these feelings have now grown cold
Not even the heat of the summer,
The rain of the spring,
The wind of the fall,
Can cause them to sting.
The feelings came and now they're gone,
The seasons passed just right along,
but that phase is what helped me write my wrongs.