16. Mai 2025
Sometimes, I finally moved on.
Other times, I missed you.
Sometimes, it didn't mean anything.
Other times, it was everything.
Sometimes, it truly ended.
Other times, it never did.
Sometimes, I wasn't there anymore.
Other times, I never seemed to leave at all.
Sometimes, it was a chapter closed.
Other times, it was a page that was never flipped.
—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...
