November was like the touch I felt of the things we did through the past four years.
December was like the coldness I felt when everything went wrong and we fought through it.
January was like the rain that washed away the sadness of those past few days.
And May was like the lover I had, a moment when you went away.
moonpiedye
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nostalgia.
Poetry❝nostalgia is a compilation of poems, some thoughts and quotes made throughout the years and to come.❞
