I met her in the fall
I seemed to think about her a lot I recall
I've loved her since the winter
I tried to pull it out of my mind like a splinter
I told her my feelings in the spring
She simply rejected me probably thinking I was a fling
Now here I am in the summer
Crying from her
And the seasons are soon to start again
But I hope she remains my friend
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Where the sky turns grey (poems)
PoetryEverything that's in me. For all the light drowning in darkness. A variety of poems. Covers not mine but I love it.
