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.
​Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
