Talking, laying in the grass
It was far too good to last
Such a perfect moment
But fragile like glass
I only enjoyed it for a second
But too soon it had passed
And now as I stand in the yellow street light
I wish that I could live in the near past
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Pinto Lesbeans
PoetryMore angsty poetry about my issues and stuff. Also possibly some very vague poems either about friendship problems or relationships. Have fun! This book falls in line with a series of poetry books I have created. The first one is How to be a Bisexua...
