Lying Seasons

We met upon one midnight blue
And both swore that we’d be true
But even as we kissed with drawn out sighs
We both knew those words were lies

We met upon a summer’s gale
And made those same oaths again and again
But as we turned from each other we smiled
For once again we had just both lied

We met upon the season’s fall
Over by the flower section of the market stall
You bought a rose for the beauty on your arm
And I got an orchid from my prince so full of charm

We met upon one wintery night
And laughed at how we both had lied
And when we stopped we laid to rest
The empty promises we’d made in jest


Day one: For NabloPoMo