April Hitchcock

Seasons

The warm tears roll down my face
They leave no trace
I cry sometimes for no reason
It just depends on the season
There`s a season for everthing
A season to love
A season to hate
A season to lie
A season to cry
There`s no exact 3 months time
They don`t march in a staight line
Im left here crying......


......................To be continued........................................ ................................

Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2010

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