you said my name like it was the first breath of spring,
and you loved me with the fiery heat of summer,
we fell apart like the trees in autumn,
now just faded memories like the sky in winter.
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poetry
Poetrya bunch of poems that I've thought of on the spot. sorry for shitty quality.
deux
you said my name like it was the first breath of spring,
and you loved me with the fiery heat of summer,
we fell apart like the trees in autumn,
now just faded memories like the sky in winter.
