P.S
it’s numbing; missing you
what a welcomed surprise you were
the friend turned lover
which i think allows for our love to continue to grow
it’s expansive and free
you’re astonishing amber, and forests of emerald green
a cerulean river that stretches to kiss its’ wild sea
i am missing you greatly
although, i did dance in an affair with autumn
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saying "see you" to our summer solstice, farewell to a continued brisk chill of the moon and her flowing tides
goodbye to the sweet aroma of your falling rain
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is a painful, endless agony
what so many others fail to see is your true beauty
a safe and graceful cloak of gentle winters’ embrace
there will never be another sunrise that will ever feel, like the one you throw over my face
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p.s
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when i abandoned you in fearful regret
my body physically felt the ache
the long lasting pressure of willingly suffocating
i would break my bones in half to prove my apologies
but time; she is ruthless, and that shit means nothing now
so here i am, hooked up to your memory
- surviving
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