08.20.21
Like an empty canvas,
our future appeared uncertain.
No pastels to create
a masterpiece.
No brushes to paint our love.
Like clouds without the sun,
our days were all dull and gray.
No sunlight to give us another chance.
Promises made were melted by pouring rain.
Like trees without the wind,
our vows made no proper direction.
Stuck upon the branches of all my what-ifs,
I knew I had it bad with fate.
—georginariver
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Rhymes & Reasons
PuisiThe 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...
