April.

April.

Blue eyes meet red skies
that fade into black.
The winter brings warmth-
comfort streaming back,
but even the best things
quickly can crack.

Like sun in December,
she doesn't belong.
Too harsh to 'make do',
the force was too strong.
What started out right
turned quickly to wrong.

And the girl, once so happy,
turned into a mess.
She faded quickly,
though she gave it her best.

So the sun and bright springtime
will bring something new-
it's not what she wanted,
but she'll make it through.

- Aliya

Disclaimer: I wrote this like a month ago (regardless of the title), and in the second stanza 'she' is my past manager coming in and ruining what was good.