pitch black skies, on a ethereal December night, the clock struck nine as you sat beside me outside, I knew you were impossible to acquire but there you were filling the air with strawberry flavored clouds of warmth and desire, whilst the midnight sky and moonlight lit up your golden eyes like fire; there I was flying higher than the clouds you expired. id be a liar if I didn't state id never felt what I felt for you prior, but all feelings eventually expire. I was just a minor falling in love with her elder, for the first time.. you were impossible not to admire.
Yanna Vlahos
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Giannulas Chronicals,
PoetryMy first series of poems, Falling in and out of love, finding myself again, and letting go of old pain. Thank you and I hope you Enjoy. New additions may not be found at the bottom but within the lineup. In chronological order. -giannula 🤍
