The streets are dark and cold
I lay on the road replaying
The late summer nights
I spent here with him..
It was 10:30 pm
I still to this day have
Thoughts about him
As the darkness hugs me
Like he once did
I start to weep
For like I do when Im alone
I will never forget
The streetlights
~Be your own rose in your own garden~
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The rose in the garden
Poetry"The rose in the garden" is a book of collective poems
