07.07.22
Oftentimes, I am every feeling muffled by unspoken words. In between these lines I never said, there were heartaches I always beheld. And though I rhymed for the beauty of it all, each word felt like misery in the fall.
—georginariver
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Rhymes & Reasons
PoetryThe 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...
