Summer is here
And it's very clear
That we are more than just friends
If only we knew this was the beginning of our end
But we were too busy
Because we were falling quickly.
We spent so much time together
Going just about everywhere
We never had to say goodbye
Because we were on some sort of high.
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Seasons (Poetry Story)
Poetryas the year goes by seasons change and things that blossom go away [POETRY ANTHOLOGY]
