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Relief, regret... I can't forget. Truth be told, I'm still upset. I hear the words. I see the tears. I feel the pain. A memory that will remain. A distant echo of love once pure.
She's waiting for December, She knows that that's her time, When every other's freezing, She's out in the sublime.
I think I died three months ago. When the sun kissed the earth goodbye. Cause my mind hasn't spoke ever since. And my lips have been shut dry.
Hair, bleached, pale Summer, Eyes, a Winter blue, Autumn in your waking scent, And Springtime aura, too.
I know i saw you before... You were lively, vibrant, full of hope and most encouraging... I believe you even created a strong foundation of God's masterpiece...
Pale skin. White as snow. In the sun. She never goes. Pale blonde hair. With ice blue eye. She is winter. A cold desire. Delicate snowflake. Crystal tears. Spring is coming. This she fears.
I found a place that stuck in the past. Everything's slow paced, nothing's fast. It's near a place on the edge of the world, A village stuck, a rough gem, a hidden pearl.
Yet here the gentle stillness of the night, Brings back the swelling tide of memory.
This is the first poem I remember writing and it is also one of my favourite out of the ones I've written so I want to share it with you all :). Summer kisses. And winter misses.
The Winter between us Becomes a strain Sighs like the west wind, Cool tears like rain. The time's right for peace now, For forgiveness to bud On the soft boughs of lips... To rekindle warm blood.
Summer was a care-free girl And Spring, she was her friend. She lingered here for three months The capricious soul.
The queen of the spring has delicate fingers that can do anything; whether make the flowers sprout or make the birds sing.
Those golden summer days that passed. Did really seem a dream. When viewed through winters deepest eyes. But the past is nought but evergreen. If seen 'neath troubled skies. So if you feel a pining,.