The sent overwhelms me.
I am swept away buy this current of fresh air.
The good times are here,
the hard, dreaded winter is over.
The Spring is here,
everything is in bloom.
This is how I feel,
every time he looks at me.
How the clouds drift away,
gone, until he looks away.
I love the feeling,
of your lips against mine,
but you will never really be mine.
your perfection makes me wonder if you are even really there.
but no worries,
for now, it is Spring
Winter is over, but everyone knows,
that you can't stop the seasons.
From changing,
there will always be bad times,
and there will always be good,
even when you feel lost in the darkness.
Author notes
I just felt like writing this poem. I'm sure that there are spelling errors. Enjoy!!!!
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