some days I miss you
sometimes I reminisce
about our talks that would
go late into the night
the first I love you and
the red roses you gave me
just because
then there are days
I don't think about you
I forget the sound
of your voice and how
you made my heart smile
I suppose I'm starting
to get over you
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Sunrise, Sunset
PoetryA new collection of poems about all the things we go through life.
