04.19.22
I would often visit the grave of my regrets and pick up the fragments of your affection, hoping that one day I'll get us framed in one picture as you'd allow me to have a hold of your attention.
—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...
