Dear Love,

by **Novastare** 7/6/2010, 8:33 pm

(( M&F Some death, sickness, love. None. This doesn't have much rhythm, but it's a girl writing to a guy she loves but she never told him. It's kind of her lost dreams and loves, you decide how it ends. Smile

))

Dear Love, Spring.

The spring has come and I'm all better,
I hope you realize sooner then later.
I love you so much, I hope you'll see,
And maybe someday, you'll love me?
The flowers bloom, and my heart does the same,
When will I end, this love, this game?
My Father seems different, I don't know why,
Drifting to memories, I hope he doesn't die?

Dear Love, Summer.

Summer hit me fast this year,
Maybe you won't notice, oh I do fear.
I tried my best to better, I hope thats your standard?
But what if it's not, that just accred.
What if I'm not good enough, like all the rest,
I'll try to change, I'll do my best!
The waves crash stronger, then they did in spring,
I found a shell, it's such a beautiful thing.
The sun's rays, clearing on my face,
Our love, don't you think it's a strange case?
Father doesn't talk too much, we think he's Ill,
We tried to help, but he wouldn't take the pill.

Dear Love, Autumn.

Oh the colors changed so fast,
I feel this season just won't last.
I wonder if you'll read this, maybe you will,
Maybe you'll love me, love me still?
Dance with me in the ocean, won't you please?
The memories of you, they just don't cease.
The ocean got calmer, maybe it echos my soul,
We voted rather to love, it's a brand new poll.
Father is in another's care, we hope he gets better,
I guess till then, I'll write to you this letter?

Dear Love, Winter.

It's cold, my love, I can't feel the stars,
It's flashing lights, and passing cars.
I began to doubt our love, think it's wrong?
But waiting for you, it just takes so long.....
The leaves have changed, the waves crash,
Daddy needed money, we didn't have cash.
He's gone now, maybe to a better place,
Sadness is felt, they say it's all over my face.
But I began to wonder, do my tears fill,
Will you still love me, love me still?
It's cold, so cold, I won't last too long,
Oh this is horrid, it's just so wrong.
My last weapon, I solemnly hold my pen,
Wondering, hoping, will I ever see spring again?