This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Winthrop chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
The leaves are slowly getting crisper
It reminds me of how much I missed you
You walked all over me like the branches beneath your feet
When I began to snap, you never looked back
And now I am
Cold
Cold
Cold
I can feel the wind whip against my face
Like your words against my heart
You said that you loved me, so why did we part?
Your heart withered like leaves above me
When you opened your mouth to speak
There are no flowers in your soul only
Weeds that you grow
I’ve found a new love
Between nature and him
He speaks riddles that my heart
Understands
Together we find life in the forest
And our leaves are forever green
He makes me
Warm
Warm
Warm
