Fresh air

by jacob wylde   Apr 5, 2013


Not a cold december renders
without the heat in past
a broken heart remembers
the days that went to fast
and now i lay awake
a smile stretched across
a new love i will make
forget about my loss
lifes too short for grieving
summers at its start
this new loves never leaving
we will never part

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