Goodbye

Change is hard,
But it has to be done.
What to do?
What to be?

When you changed,
It was for the worst.
I know what to do,
I need to let free.

But our bond dried last year,
And I can't let go,
Although it seems you already have,
I guess I needed you more than you me.

I miss you,
But what do i do,
Cause I really miss the old you,
Not the new you.

I need to say,
Goodbye.

Spreading

It's in the air,
Spreading,
But this is a feeling,
Not meant to be be seen.

It attacks every soul,
Just before the first piece of white falls to the ground,
Even though coldness is in the air,
We give this feeling of warmth to all near.

For every nice person,
For every giving person,
For every contemplative person,
For every absolutely lovely person,

Thank you,
For giving and spreading thanks.

Not Done Yet

The sun rises to the east,
Spreading its pink and purple light to every limb,
To every heart that needs lightening,
Spreading hope to the world.

Another new day,
Another day to prosper,
Another day to be helpful,
Another day to hope.

After one days worth,
And as darkness falls,
Hope dwindles on the limb of every tree,
Hoping for the next day,
Hope isn't done yet.

A Heart Metaphor

The heart is like a balloon,
It's soft and easy to break.