Hey there wolf. i know this is not really a very emo poem but its a sad one and its the best i got so far. Please indulge my lacking skills.
Cycles
What’s your favorite season I asked
Laying in the light green grass of the fields
Spring you said when the clouds are soft
And the fields alive with green
In those days we would stay for hours
Talking of thing only lovers did
In the sweet and cool evenings
When the breeze whispers through the trees
What’s your favorite season you asked me
Laying on the emerald green grass of the fields
Summer I said when the days are hot, the nights cool
And the fields are high and green
In those days we would lay for hours your arms in mine
Doing things only true lovers could do
In the hot and passionate evenings
When the cicadas sung in the trees
What’s your least favorite season I asked
Laying far from you in the golden field
Fall you said as you looked away
When all the trees are dying and the fruit rots on the branches
In those days we had begun to fight
Screaming at each other over tiny things
in the bitter cold and empty evening
When the trees would moan their leaves falling like tears
What’s your least favorite season you asked me
As you carried your bags to the door
Winter I said when everything is frozen and cold
the fields are brown and dieing
That day You were leaving me
and there was nothing I could do
But look upon the sleeping land
and wish for spring to return
