Feeling the breeze blow through my hair
As I gaze in adoration at his happy smile
Watching the leaves fall from the dying trees
In a colorful whirlwind of orange and yellows
One especially bright leaf
Lands in his midnight hair
And makes a brilliant pop of color
Amidst the dark of his perfect hair
The bright leaf looks like a beacon of hope
That not all dark days will last
And I know that it is true
That not all sadness lasts forever
He is my proof that happy comes back
And it does
In many different forms
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Poems by Me
PoetryA bunch of poems that I've done in the past. Trigger Warning!! Might be some graphic sections.
