The Season
By:SP3

As they drove that night,
In his car,
She put on a song,
That stole his heart.
She had him believing,
It's not that far,
It could work,
Even though they're apart.
Summer it came and went,
She packed up and left,
They kissed goodbye,
But this time was different.

It started out wrong,
Too much change, shes lost,
Desperate nights and unending calls,
That changed late in the fall.
Now his phone rarely rings,
And her efforts not there,
His mind starts to question if she really cares,
Pulling him close she whispered into his ear,
I love you but, I'm sorry.

And she stays up late,
With her new friends,
Playing mindless games,
With heartless ends.
He stays up late,
Bearing bleeding pens,
Scribbing endless lines,
Spilling from his chest.

When the night is through,
She'll stumble to her room,
And opened the package,
From this guy she new.
Maybe she'll wonder just how it took,
For him to write such a catchy hook,
With hopes that old times might make her laugh,
But her insides have numbed to the past.
His last plea,
From a desperate heart,
The hopes of making a new start,
Ended in silence and a wasted note,
The answer, She never wrote.