Seasons change

Spring,the time when the cold is blasted away by warmth
the time for short sleeves and sandals
the time for happiness, sunshine, and fun.
Sometimes the weather doesn't always change
the taint of cold stays inside,
long sleeves to keep cuts out of sight,
sadness and grief flood
the ones that don't change seasons.

Waves are crashing on the nights beach
stars are falling from the heavens
the happy head to the bars
while the sad imbed more scars.

The suicidal play in rivers of blood,
their livers damaged by self hurt,
listening to the ballad of the rain.
The optimistic fill up their tanks,
thanks to their normality,
their always vitality happy.

The seasons are two-faced
one slate represents the sun
while the other, the moon.
Two compelling forces that need each other to survive
keeping the world alive.