I'm unsure as to whether I'll ever again
Get to feel the way that I felt that day
When you told me you loved me for the
First time
But I know that what I'm feeling now
Could easily grow to be just as good
If not better than what you ever had
To offer
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The blossom of a poet
PoetryWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
