08.07.20
Nothing hurts more
than wishing
to get back what you lost
and begging the universe
to make it yours again.
—georginariver
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Rhymes & Reasons
PoesíaThe sun sets and the moon rises, but your absence stays still. August slips like a blink and winter should have been colder, but summer memories warm my endless nights. First love never lasts and so does us, but the way I love you at sixteen always...
Chapter 11:
08.07.20
Nothing hurts more
than wishing
to get back what you lost
and begging the universe
to make it yours again.
—georginariver
