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. heartbroken,shattered, but free from love that wasnt love at all.

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.