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A Change of Seasons
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Personal Poems A cold wind,
It covers your face,
A veil of winter,
Just my taste.
The dust, rolling at my feet,
My eyes, dart around the street.
A lamp illuminates the darkness,
Though my soul is filled with emptiness.
A soul earning to brighten,
The need to be comforted.
A figure comes to lighten,
But leaves you distorted.
You try to figure,
What the white really was.
Did he truly care about you?
Was all that he said the truth?
Or was he just leading you?
Running you around in circles,
Leading you no where but here.
This street,
The lamp lights the black road.
The wind flowing over your face.
You stumble along,
Lost in the blackness.
Looking for someone with a light.
To guide your way.
Someone to care and listen,
Someone who talks and thinks.
Not a painting to look it,
But living and filled with color.
It’s not black and white,
There is much in between.
How do you find what you’re looking for?
What am I even looking for?
Serious, just a friend, only I know?
Hidden away inside, is what I'm looking for.
When you’re stuck alone,
For so long,
You have time to think,
Time to understand,
What you are looking for.
Someone there, by your side,
Through good and bad,
Is it to early to look for that?
Something serious,
But something with depth.
Not just a Friday night trick,
But an everyday story.
Words written everyday,
Added and erased.
And weeks later,
All that’s left,
Is a book of good memories.
It’s put on a shelf, and locked away.
Or weeks letter your still writing the story,
Still involved, and enjoying each others company.
Is that friendship?
Is that something more?
Who can tell you but yourself?
No one else would know the torment of the soul,
Of what I feel,
The bleeding of my heart,
The need of someone to put it back together,
To be there, to lean on when your tired.
To hold you up when you’re weak.
But one sided these feelings are,
That is why it’s black across the field.
Not one person there...
Maybe its time,
Time for them to know,
All that I want,
Is all that I’m willing to give as well.
It is now,
The veil of winter is lifted,
The sun shines,
Warmth is fitted.
The path ahead is clear,
And that person is near.
The green leaves of spring,
Pop up around the being.
Is it man?
Is it woman?
Too far to tell.
Too far to even care.
All that matters is the light,
I have the sight,
And I can see the path,
Laid out before my feet.
