She's talking about when we were young
One and done
Oh we were so young
She was a light in the middle of that May
Across the river and through the storm
She was all I could ever think of
She's feeling nauseous but says it's worth it
Under umbrellas of amusement park lights
Early autumn nights
And I rarely think of her now
I know that we are still young
Those days were worth it
Under scattered amusement rides
I once prayed she'd be my bride
Early June nights
Reminder of that May's plight
I rarely think of her now
Because her someone
Isn't me.
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Stars of Freedom
PoetryI have completed "Threads Deep Within", so here is my new poetry, short story etc. book. Thank you <3 8/22/22- 12/14/23
