Love is like the leaves of a tree.
In Summer, the beginning, it blossoms.
But soon in Autumn, the end, they fall away.
Destroying the joy and bringing a freezing a sadness in our hearts, Winter.
Until Spring comes, and we find the rain washes it all away.
Happy thoughts. . .
- April
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Poems of Pain
Poetry"Is she still a hero? If she sacrificed and saved the others. . . But let herself suffer?" This is a book of poems I will try my hardest to update every day. Based on stories of that day and my general mood. I'm on a break off of school currently so...
