Every time I lay on the grass,
I think about the time that has passed,
You face, how it blooms,
Those colorful cartoons,
When you smile at my broken eyes,
I laugh at your ghost smile,
You glimpse and I peak,
You laughed loud and I let out a squeak,
I still remember the times,
We spent at that site,
They were beautiful while they lasted,
But they had to go,
You had your time,
Used and lost me,
Now it was my time,
To add on the frosting.
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A Universe Of Mystery✧
PoetryThe second book for: My Book Of Poetry I hope you enjoyed my last book and that this book will as fun(ish), better and even enjoyable than my last. If you're reading this book first, then I hope you love/like it. This book may include triggers such...
