It's the time of year
That tears can
Make a stream
Under your left eye,
Counting the minutes,
haunting memories
Visit like drafts
Coming from the edges
Of a window when
October smiles its
Wide grin of
Oranges and lemons
And laughs while
You shiver
And now I sit and wonder
Solemnly to myself
What it would be like
In (your) arms one day...
Would long-past memories
Be erased?
To greet us with a warm embrace?
I sit here and wonder
About you
Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 9:42 PM UTC
It's the time of year
That tears can
Make a stream
Under your left eye,
Counting the minutes,
haunting memories
Visit like drafts
Coming from the edges
Of a window when
October smiles its
Wide grin of
Oranges and lemons
And laughs while
You shiver
And now I sit and wonder
Solemnly to myself
What it would be like
In (your) arms one day...
Would long-past memories
Be erased?
To greet us with a warm embrace?
I sit here and wonder
About you
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