Looks like spring
Feels like winter
You left me aching for the smallest sign of affection
Unsure of every intention
I'm angry at myself for how much I wanted it to be you
The one to save me
The one to ruin me
The one to love me
The one to choose me
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Endlessly Falling
PoetryI have a slight problem. It is banal. Inconsiderable. Inconsequential. Insipid, vain, and trivial. Some might even some vapid or nugatory. So frivolous. But, to me it is kind of a biggie. Here's the deal. I have a problem with falling in love... re...
