Writers Jam

Last summer I broke a heart, It withered from my hands, Like a fallen flower. Despair came again, Dressed in sparks— As joy leapt away, In a sullen dance. Autumn came, lessened the warmth, As it crashed — like waves at warthe. Last summer I broke a heart, Who's? Your wonder; It was mine alas. The rage was simmering, Bubbling atop– but who would I blame? For not my thoughts? As winter came, the memory splintered, Once again I fell in awe, A freezing hand, that caressed my jaw. Last summer I broke a heart, It healed crooked– not falling apart. Do I begin again? A fresh start? As winter came — I embraced the cast, Fit in the pieces, moving past.