Young love, fleeting like snowdrops
Melting snowflakes in the spring
One moment there and the next gone
Made more beautiful in its foolish haste
But also burning perpetual scars.
Some cannot break free from these old chains
Others simply wither away
Yet still there are those
Fighting the dazzling flame with passion undeniable
Carried on the ephemeral wind,
Their feelings sweep away all doubts.
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Avery's Stories
PoetryJust thoughts that run through my head. Warning! Can be triggering!