Our love is as dead as the leaves beneath me
A mix of orange and browns blurred through the rain on my window and the tears in my eyes
Oh what i would give to have those summer days again
Flowers as bright as your smile
The sun as bright as your eyes
But seasons change
and i guess
so did you and I
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Poems
PoetryThis isn't really a story as much as some little paragraphs/poems I've written
