Breathe Blossom to Decay

2014-02-06 04:17 AM

Whenever spring came
you'd blossom like the cherry trees,
spreading pink petals wherever
your bare feet walked

Whenever summer came
you'd radiate even more than usual,
breaking dusk with your dawn
as the oceans became spirals

Whenever autumn came
you'd turn the brown into evergreen;
breathe blossom to decay,
and teach healing to the wounded

But whenever winter came,
frostbite caressed your fingertips
as you built snow-monsters
to distract yourself from the coming new year

And the seasons always change

but the pink petals always slipped from my reach
I always got stuck between dusk and dawn
your breath could never stop my decay
and the frostbite reached past my rib cage

So we rode this downward spiral
like a playground slide
hoping that we'd end up somewhere
where our love for the seasons passing never died

But even if we did
the pain will never go away