Seasons

NOTE: I realise this isn't exactly an incredible piece. It was written when I was about fifteen, though and I found it on an old website I posted on a long, lonnng time ago. I realise that there will probably be suggestions on how to better it, but I won't change it, I'm more just lookin' out to see what people think about it (Bit of an oxymoron? Maybe) ANYWAYS. I'mnot totally surewhat to put it down as. Itdoes rhyme if you say it in a certain way, but a lot of people probably won't think so. So meh. I dunno. Enjoy. And so seasons seem to pass one by one, without a glance they are only so casually noticed And every season passing is a memory slowly fading But they are the ones we manage to keep closest Though the thoughts, old, tired and rotten Cling to our tears, once dry, forgotten Our hearts refuse to forgive A Lover's first kiss, the death of one so close a painful bliss that of a Lover's note Photographs cry ink and steal our hearts away Nostalgia consumes as our bright smiles fade