04.04.24
The songs played on the radio
brought me back to the 1960's,
when love was so pure and true,
when farewell kisses on the train
held tomorrow's hope,
when summer's a time next to infinity,
when love letters spoke of promises,
when doubts had no place in between,
and when there was no "us" yet I
wished we were there for today's
love died in lust and lies.
—georginariver
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Rhymes & Reasons
PoesíaThe 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...
