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Posted Monday, 13 October 2014 // 8:02 pm
Spring is like a date with you. Flowers and colours, I will dress. Hold your hand, down the lane, Let it go, I never will. Summer is like french kissing you. Both naked, on the bed, at the moment, we connect. Hot and sticky, I'm in love. Autumn is like you are drifting. A little hot, a little cold, Are you leaving or are you not? You are here to see me but, a quick kiss and you are gone. Winter is like me without you. Cold and harsh, just like nights without lights. You left without a word, and here I am, alone in the bed, no one to hold and no one to kiss. Did you ever love me, or it's just a fling? You are like a season, come and go, but never stay. Our love, once so strong, but was it real? Warm like summer, pretty like spring. Now you are gone, it's like winter. There's no love, there's no warmth. |
Joyce. I'm a walking sunshine and I blog about everything and anything under the Sun. And, I might have a slight obsession with Jigsaw puzzles, Snow globes and Stars. twitter // tumblr // instagram mejor que todos. ![]() Achieve.
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