bonjour à vous;
on a mid summer's eve, we danced with the stars;
we glistened in the moonlight,
but in the blink of an eye, the clouds covered
the sky and everything in it, and you
l e f t.
bonjour à vous;
not a day went by didn't wish you would have
said something before;
but then the clouds moved away, and there was
the sun shining brightly down at me, and you
r e t u r n e d.
bonjour à vous;
the one i thought would be my sun, moon and stars
even when the clouds threaten to hide all the beauty;
h e l l o t o y o u ,
the one that said g o o d b y e the day the rain began to fall;
the sun came out right after, but one is enough
because the sunshine is all mine.
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this was written for the girl that kissed me
in the band room in high school, shout out EMMA.
dedicated to Rose for the lovely cover she sent to me
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immediately after a short notice request.
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Poetrya collection of verses, thoughts, and something like poetry; either born from boredom or class assignments; leave your feedback on whether or not i should stab myself with a pen to save you from reading such garbage.
