When the season dies,
My eyes dry.
No more cold winter days.
Flowers blossom,
As the wind sways.
Blowing leaves in the summer breeze.
Chimes sing a gentle song,
Sipping on Texas tea,
As the waves bend in the California breeze.
From coast to coast,
A toast is given.
To all the beautiful souls hidden…
In a valley where the neckbone sings a hearty song.
A song of love,
A song of pain,
A song of memories which fade away.
Memories which leave pain,
Far worse than bone cracking frostbite.
Yet, in the light.
Hearts are warmed,
A feeling softer than a mothers warmth.
Down by the fireplace,
Hickory can be smelt.
Smoores we share,
Laughter and Joy.
Am I just a simple memory?
Or something worth living?
Something worth taking a chance,
Like a lonewolf; asking for their first dance.
Butterflies creep away,
Gone in the distance.
No hope to return,
No hope to pass by from time to time.
A longing feeling,
Fiendly needing.
Am I just a simple memory?
Or something worth living?
-Neseknows
Neseknows' Brain 