April, April. April?
Leaves crunch beneath my feet
It seems autumn persists
Dare it brings me back to him
Dating to where we truly did begin
God I'm losing to lucid dreams
Nothing about these letters is amiss
Release me, please. April's in season
We met in realms and again in vain
What now April, will he sing for me still?
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POETY: A COMPILATION
PoetryHealing through the pen. Growing through the pen. Spiralling through the pen. Acceptance through the pen. Forgiving through the pen.
