Loves forecast

A black cloud has been cast over the North part of my heart,

A flood full of emotion has drowned the cries of the southern part,

“No sunny skies this week”, is what the forecaster says,

Several thunderstorms and scattered showers is what my eyelids shed,

A blizzard full of heartache once warm has now become cold,

Spring time is skipped this season only bare branches to behold,

The sweet vibration of the humming birds no longer echo in my ear,

Substituted by depression…and a cold heart that shatters near,

The frosty snowflakes we all wish for have stopped falling from the skies,

The only water that hits the pavement are tears falling from my eyes,

Quiet sounds from the ocean in “rhythmatic“ beats from my pulse,

Rolling waves crash like thunder…my heart explodes in a bust,

Weeping willows no longer sorrow for my soul has taken its place,

No sunlit skies or whistling ravens only rain clouds upon my face,

The forecaster says, “There will be showers for many more days to come”

The wrath of a broken heart against my world I have mercilessly succumb,

I could’ve never imagined a season as wicked as loves cold front.