While I watched, you kissed her first 'neath autumn's golden glance.
Then winter passed with frozen whispers of a forfeit chance.
The seasons changed but dreams of you had always stayed the same.
There were others, fleeting lovers... they always end in shame.
Oh, fickle love, you're not a friend.
Pirouetting in and out, a dancer 'til the end.
On point, so close, once still in time,
Then leap away to leave me here,
A stitch in your design.
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I may work some more on this later.
Please tell me what you think
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I hope you do because I really do like it. :]
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