June 3rd, 2023
Soft glows of the dying days light, refusing to say goodbye.
Blue hues casting across the bubbling water, creating relaxation unable to deny.
Low sung lyrics playing through the speakers, bringing us closer together.
Heads laid back as the moment washes over us, knowing there's nothing better.
First trip together becoming unforgettable with blissful nights and adventurous days.
Future speaking of countless promises and more love displays.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
