Summer
Our love bloomed
in the last days of autumn
A lady enchanting
stood out in a forum.
Now it's summer
And its final days approaching
Summer will end,
but my feelings wont.
Seventeen
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Metaphors of an Alcoholic
PoetryIt's because you consist of a lot of metaphors even the greatest poets can't write down. You don't deserve to be written down after all, only loved because you are a metaphor yourself. In love or broken, these metaphors are perfectly fueled by alcoh...
