i see a vacant seat beside you,
your hopeful eyes glancing around,
but no eyes reciprocating the desire.
i've got plenty of time to spare
and i'd shower you with it
like gold rush, if you'd let me.
i've got wondrous stories to tell
and i'm sure you have some too
so tell me about it, if you'd like.
i've more than half a lifetime left
and a longing in me like yours;
i'd give you the rest, if you'd accept.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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Seasons of Heartbreaks
PoesíaThe heartbreak tales of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring flowed through the words of every chapter along with the vicissitudes of seasons that unraveled the memoirs of their wretched cries and ephemeral enamorments. Like a speckle of dust, it ebbed...
