I don't know how to get them back.
I stare at the stars and I wanna watch the snow
But I'm too late for that; it's summer.
I watch the snow melt and it doesn't seem to get any better.
All that's good has left to go back into my life
But I don't have any time to enjoy the sorrow.
I don't know how to get them back.
I stare at the flowers and they look so darn beautiful,
But I can still feel the same pain in my heart.
I'm too late to watch the snow;
It's summer.
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Suggestion Box Poems
PoetryI was messing around a while back with my phone's suggestion box / text predictions and decided to make poems with them, and some of them actually turned out pretty cool. Others of them make no sense at all and gave me a good laugh. Enjoy! :D Please...
