03.20.24
You were mine on the spur of the moment, something unplanned and hastily extemporized. But I held you like you were someone I premeditated, dreamed, and strategized.
—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...
