Seasons

how someone you care about can mean the world. with the world comes the seasons

She casts over me like a chilly breeze

Knocking me down from my feet to my knees 

blowing me over like a strong wind 

I catch a glimpse, but only noticed as a friend

But my guard is up, protecting, like an arm in a cast 

tomorrow must be different 

just like the forecast  

Author's Note

Think about how a crush does not know who you are. Days go by and things change