Her smell
Like the sweet scent
Of summer rain
With the hint of
Sorrow of the
Brokenhearted lovers
Her smile
The blooming of flowers in spring
Casting sunshine
Over residues of darkness
Her embrace
Puts back
The falling pieces
Of autumn
Back to their place
Her heart
A shelter in a snowy land
Empty and cold
Broken and dark
Long forgotten
Like the memories of winter
Her mind
A starry nigh
With constellations of wishes
That never came true
And she
Soul and body
A masterpiece
-She was perfect because she knew how to hide the cracks
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The Aftertaste
PoetryThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
