There's always that feeling,
That you're almost falling,
Always that feeling,
Like your fear is crawling.
And yet it doesn't matter at all,
As long as I got her,
The missing piece in my poem.
So the seas would calm,
The rain would no longer fall.
Finally I see things as clear as it is,
She's June,
My love that I had longed for so long.
moonpiedye
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nostalgia.
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