As summer comes to a close,
Their time starts to fade,
The early morning bell,
And stress making tears and eyes swell.
His voice like music,
His words are the lyrics,
Love is the chorus,
With dreams being bitter like liquorice.
Warmth from his touch,
Goosebumps forming where he touches,
Early morning breeze,
But the flowers will soon freeze.
She won't let the Autumn,
Jeopardize their love,
Even though it will get dark,
It will just be a walk through the snow covered park.
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
