She met a little boy named love,
and they fell into the very thing,
and once the two of them fell apart,
she thought the only thing that remained was her memories.
But little did she know that their memories
were trapped in poems
by the poet she never met.
Wayland.
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Endless May
PoetryAll poems written throughout quarantine's May. Poems about lust, sunflowers, and dancing in a field of stars.