Your night scent – I inhale –
As if you were my lover.
From you – I can't sail –
Or dream – of another.
Every night I peek past
My sheer white curtains
Just to take you in
With your false sense of warmth.
You – just like sadness –
Ensue after all of the leaves
Jump from barren branches
Seeking Death – Or just another life –
In the ground –
Or in the Spring –
On a merry-go-round –
Or just my swing.
Love Sometimes –
Amy
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