StuckA Poem by Caroline Blairexplanation kills the art
All my sad songs still sound like you
And I am too young to be this in love With someone who tastes like summer rain But breaks hearts like poison And sometimes I find myself thinking Maybe you are meant for me
Like the leaves for the trees Finding harmony in the fall And dying in the winter. I love you I love you I love you Was always misconstrued Break me break me break me The color of the floor when he did just that And the sleep I couldn’t catch When he did just that. © 2016 Caroline BlairAuthor's Note
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