personal f***ing rant 17

seems i haven’t seen leaves on trees

in what feels like one thousand centuries

summer, summer where are you

spring, spring come and come anew

illusional

delusional

sticky skin through september

our love was blessed by the weather

by small smiles and glassy eyes,

your guile and little lies

exhale comfort

inhale the air of another, your lover

i remember when it didn’t beat too quiet or too loud

late october, the arrival of pain

serious feelings couldn’t be washed out by the rain

by december i was too lost

and only recently, i had found out the cost

we learn, we love, we lose

but you weren’t mine to choose

11:12, [my teacher, my lover]

- A.H.

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is this a song? 600th post

it's my writing

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I am never going to stop saying this, but you truly have a gift

I mean being able to express yourself in such a unique and bold view on paper is not something that many can do well.

And what is even more outstanding is that you take feelings and events from your life and create it into a story

i love you so much omg this positive reception is gonna make me cry i-

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Can you remember us when you become a famous poet

i doubt i'll be famous but i'll credit you if i ever do get around to publishing anything