spring-
A new year. Broken hearts and memories we wish to forget.
Wind and rain ready to wash away the pain and thoughts and blow it through the skies to a place we'll never find.
Flowers start to blossom and the trees grow new leaves, continuing the endless cycle that has been chosen for them.
Colours are returned to the world.

summer-
The endless heat that we miss in Winter but hate in Summer, dehydrating us to the point where we feel forced to take off all our clothes and jump in a small pool of water.
The endless talk, laughter and upbeat music pollutes the air during Parties or Barbecues that last more time than we had expected; Continuing into the early morning. Followed by a dip in the pool to wash away a foggy-minded drunkenness, during which we loved someone just for the sake of having someone to love.

autumn-
The warm greens of Summer fade to slightly less warm browns. Cooling winds blow once green leaves from their branches. Trees left as bare and naked as I was the time I let you see the me underneath the six layers of clothing I wore throughout the year to hide the body I despised. Kissing whilst surrounded by falling leaves and mounds of crunchy orange and brown. Bonfires in the middle of November, keeping us warm while the first cold winds of Winter blow through the air, a warning of the coming snow and coldness.
A warning I wish I'd heeded.

winter-
Black and grey contrast making the world gloomy. Snowing when it's too cold to rain. Raining when it's too warm for snow.
One night, when snow dotted the sky, leaving a blanket under which no one could sleep, you gave me back my heart and it broke in my hands. Obviously my arms hadn't been enough to keep you warm... Christmas passes and I spend it alone. I await the New Year, for the cycle to recommence hoping next year we can just skip Winter.

Love composed of sugar so sour.
Your heart you offered for me to devour.
Your eyes that pleaded to let you go.
Your blood, so beautiful, now ceases to flow.

Hate composed of the emotional pain.
Drowned out now by the pouring rain.
You better say it quick, only minutes remain.
And you can only blame yourself for driving me insane.