Your Green Eyes

Why couldn't some-
one tell you?
Fall is not the time
for blossoming.

You were too early.
Ahead of
your class.

With the deadly
winter, right
around the corner.

You didn't
stand a
chance.

All you could
do, was
wither.

Now, you are
here,
back to step one.

With anger,
impatience,
and sorrow.

And me?
You
ask..

I haven't
blossomed
yet.

But my
time
will come..

It's
you
that worries me.

Even though you
posses six more
scars.

And even though
my eyes can turn
green.

Your eyes will
always
be green.

I spite
Mother Nature
for her
cruel ways...

Why couldn't some-
one tell you?
Fall is not the time
for blossoming.