the leaves began to whisper

The trees began to swing

And all of the birds flew east

i guess its how life goes, even though it all can change

like four seasons in a year.

no matter what the birds fly south in winter...

no, i will write the poem i intend to write, a poem about heartbreak.

oh yes i know the genre takes up almost all of poetry second to love of ccourse.

hearbroken, dispare, lonely,

Its truly Captivating to love and lose.

but innevitable like life and death.

i was heartbroken by him, but it was beautiful to leave.

because what a story to tell, not to live.

a story i refuse to go on with.

heartb...

I started wondering why everything was looking different,

why was it all more complicated.

I guess its how it is at 18, your world turns upside down.

Or was I the only one doing a hand stand.

Was i the only one not holding my crown.

so i guess im upside down....