Indignant Poet

Look! I am waiting for the snow to undo the spring you were.

I know I must let you go, Forget the thing we were for a while.

The dawn is new and blue, I feel cold every time.

Like my dreams came true, And I’d have to sell them for a dime.

I write my own story now, Trying to recall the meaning of it.

Eyes and evening glory- I want to feel the feeling you were.