When this time of year comes around
I'll miss you all over again.
The wind whispers last conversations down my back
The sunset brings back our color from black and white and to Grey, purple, and pink
The rain cries with me and shushes me to sleep.
We were dancing with our hands tied
but you love
had the keys.
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Sunsets and Poetry
PoetryHello :) This is a book filled with different types of poetry written by me! I hope you enjoy <3 I love you. 💗
