In Autumn, never have I seen prettier hair than yours,
I was saturated, pulled you all in, in my deepest pours,
Still I dream of you, but wake up in the cold hard floors,
Wishing you were still beside me, smelling you more.
Day by day, I just rot away,
Catching myself, run with you,
My mind, thinks of you all day,
Reminding myself, I can't have you.
I'll forever be sadden from your disappearance,
Forever miss your fresh breath of mint,
And my fingers through your hair,
And all the times that I cared.
What can I do,
I still miss you...
Nice poem
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