Just like the flower,
Your feelings might wither.
It might be colorful at first,
But at the end, I'm just a temporary owner,
Of your feelings that will fade,
Sooner or later.
Just like summer,
Your warmth can overwhelm me,
But might turn into dangerous radiation,
That could damage my body
If we still keep each other's company.
Just like winter,
Your cold breeze might cool me down,
But time will come, it will freeze me up.
You might caught me off guard.
And I might catch cold,
Without you trying to keep me warm.
Just like an Autumn,
I might fall on the ground,
But I still hope you can catch me when I'm down.
No, that only happens in a fictional story
Because in reality of you and me,
You leave and just watch me fell.
Just like weather,
Your love could change into something absolutely strange.
It's terrible to think I'm your lover.
When in the end of this story,
I'd be an empty container.
Truly not everything remains,
Just like how these weather changes it's names.
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Dedicated to : Cresha
@Telma