III
❝ People told me to try to get away from you, From the constant thoughts of you.
So I decided to travel the world,
Though the sunsets reminded me of your smile,
And the clean, clear blue water that reminded me of your eyes.
I realized, that I'd never quite get over
the first time we met.
And I'd never get over, the fact that such a downpour
Could love an impotent flower.
All this time. ❞
YOU ARE READING
A Zenith Below My Peak (✓)
PoetryCover credit to @MoranaGlinka ❝ Here forth a compendium of anthology. A miscellany of words brought together to form one. A cliche love romance and all of its downfalls. ❞
