Seasons start
They end
Seasons change
Much like your freckles
They come and they go
You collect your aches
More importantly your stories
You grow into fears
Out of some too
As you grew into, then out of
My body weathered your burden
My season ended with you
YOU ARE READING
Death Threats ♡ poetry
PoetryThrough years of building secrets and multiple lives, I've collected all of this poetry. The first random person to actively support my online poetry ended up sending me death threats a few months after I began assembling my first collection. I bloc...
