I can't look at pics of you no more
The grins you have, are the ones I sawThe sly smile, the cheeky grin
I think "I won't see those from him"My heart breaks from the way we split
I thought we were so close knitIt was on sweet Christmas Eve
This is a memory that'll never leaveAnd if I saw you once again
For sure I'd cry, I would've thought that I'd mendBut now you're gone, gone for sure
No more boy, that I adored
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Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020