01.23.23
At fourteen, my grandma told me what love should be, but I never listened. She said love is calm; what I felt was outrageous. She said love is safe; I was always in danger. She said love doesn't rush; mine was impulsive. She said love is peaceful; well, he kept me awake at night, asking myself, 'What does she have that I don't have?'
—georginariver, an excerpt from 'wine of regrets'
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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...
