Peach lips hers desired
only this time the boy looks tired
the never ending plight
like Summer dreaded night
I know your back is sore
it's time for her to leave that door
her fallen out of grieves
like Autumn coloured leaves
There's no time for her cry
don't believe this is your best try
this time it's my turn go
like Winter wishing snow
Your hair has grown longer
and as much as you would wrong her
I know that she'll be fine
like birds of the spring time.
Excuse me if I have missed an obvious referential post to a song or poem, but did you write this? It's brilliant.
ReplyDeleteNo, you've missed nothing. Sorry I haven't replied sooner, I'm a mess when it comes to comments. But yes I wrote it, it's not the best I've written but I still like it. Thank you, means a lot!
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