You changed liked the Seasons, not once but four times.
and I like a tree bared every type of you.
My tears shed like the leaves in autumn.
the winter became colder, but so did my heart.
You burnt me under your Sun and then sang me
a lullaby with the rain drops.
But now you have become a fifth season
that I can’t even see and don’t want to feel.
courtesy: GOOGLE and PINEREST