You're like January rain
Or the lavender that grows outside my window
Your aroma pours over me
Arriving unexpectedly
Always when I'm dying for it the most
They say we all have our seasons
I love to dance in the middle of blizzards
You can't help but to melt into my distorted July sunsets
Even in the dessert rain always finds a way
Especially when it's January
Evan more so when it doesn't make sense
This is the season of counteractive attraction
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
