It might be the fact that I miss you still, Or that I leaned in your presence like a meth pill, I do not know what or why the reason, Just that you left me after a season. ____________________ Roses are red, violets are blue, Im loosing phone battery spamming you, the fact that you are online doesn't matter, because I miss you. ________________________ Just random poems by me, it's like a emotional roller coaster so buckle up if you want a ride #367 for one week straight in September 2017