I sat alone in the kitchen,
quietness filling the room
as I ate the watermelons.
It was near December,
and so the days felt colder and longer.
The clouds seemed thicker,
and my thoughts came heavier.
I still sat in the kitchen,
and as I finished the watermelon,
I could only think of kissing March.
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See You On The Other Side
Poetry"Isn't it awful to find love at such a young age and be robbed of it for the rest of your life?" This is a collection of poetry and prose dedicated to every person who couldn't find a way to move forward from their past. To every person who loved so...
