07.05.22
My love.
Tell me about the nights you spent sleepless and how the thoughts of us kept you awake. Tell me about those empty spaces inside your bedroom and how they make your nights even lonelier. Tell me about the cold weather and how the sounds of rain bring tears to your despair. Tell me all about it and only then I'd know that you're as miserable as me.
—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...
