Without Wings

Summer.

It's sunny and the sun is burning my skin,
but the feeling I receive is relaxing.
My heart walks hand in hand with his
and I could not have been any happier.
Time is passing by,
and we are changing.
I know we are.

Autumn.

It's windy and the rain is heavy,
yet I'm walking back home alone.
Another day that he's not by my side
but I'm silent and I only do as I'm told.
He used to be so kind, so caring.
He'll change. He has to.
I believe in him.

Winter.

It's cold and the snow is pilling up,
and my hurt wings can't carry my small body.
My feet have gained a dark black and purple color
thanks to my kind self not giving up.
People change if they try, yet he won't.
It's time I realize.
It's time to go away.

Spring.

Seasons have been changing one after another,
and he's been changing to a man I don't know.
My soul is screaming for freedom
and my heart is no longer hungry for his kind of love.
It's time to go.
It's time to leave.

Summer is here again,
and even though I had no wings,
I flew.
♠ ♠ ♠
Being in a destructive relationship till enough is enough.
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