The Weather

You are the angel of winter,
The blizzard that sends out cries,
It gets colder and colder,
So full of lies.

You are the beauty of the fall,
The wind that kills all the leaves,
You destroyed them all,
Not by ordinary means.

You are the heart of spring,
Blooming thorns from flowers,
Which no voice can sing,
Or stop your hunger.

You are the sun shared in the summer,
Burning everything you touch,
Till nothing’s any longer,
You’ve ruined so much.

Fire Scorpion

When a scorpion catches on fire,
It stings itself to death,
When you feel like you’ve lost your heart’s desire,
You turn everything into an even bigger mess.

Loner

If I were a loner,
I’d take on that road,
And let it be my only friend,
But . . . I’m not a loner, am I?
I have too much that I can’t leave behind,
And I should be thankful for that,
And I am, I shall, I will be,
Thankful for that,
Because I know . . . I am not alone.