When I Feel Like A Season
It's Time To Change The Calendar
I look like February
and sometimes feel like trash
I wish my vocabulary
could make summertime last
If we can't get along
insert your own joy
Create a happy song
that we all can enjoy
You call me an asshole
say, that I'm hard to love
But the contents of my soul
is a place you can't touch
I'd call mom for her help
but she's changed her address
Between heaven or hell
a true work in progress
She always knew, just what to say
helped me find a way to undo
And I wish, everyday
when I called, it would actually go through
Cause sometimes what I need
is to just hear her voice
Someone who truly loves me
says, I made the right choice
But for now, February
will have to do
Till my extraordinary
order finally comes through
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Comments (5)
Gives readers something to think about and wish for.
This was a very emotional poem! Beautifully written!
Reading this makes me think of "If Ever I Would Leave You" from "Camelot". Whatever the season, I cannot help but think that your ex is miserable with regret for his faithlessness.
Poignant perfection, as always.
Cool piece😉📝❤️👌