Summer brought days of wonder.
Weather a thing it was centered.
If I had never.
I wish for walks in all sweaters.
Smiles grow.
Yet the butterflies go.
Walking main roads.
Talking amongst those.
I never knew people had a way.
Something diffrent i'd never stay.
Love is a fragile little thing.
Cant you see shes
CRYING...?
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
