After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed Friendship: with a restful gaze.
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted by a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
