he rides by my house
the smell of gas reeks the scene
the drift of dirt in my face
it covers my flashy tears
your gentle eyes looks straight ahead
i stare at you, knowing it'll never be the same
the sweet smirk,
scent of cologne.
your figure lingers in my mind
as i lay on my bed
eyes dozing off.
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summertime galore | ✔
Poetrya collection of poems, focusing on the nostalgic time of summer, finding love, and embracing it.
