temperature closed

turning the first month into the best month
ending the year in the arms of my dear
maybe we could do this every weekend
planning how to make you happy in
every way that i possibly can
rereading into all the signs i saw before
after all, it makes me crazy to think that
those times you weren’t on my side make me
used to the idea of recieving appreciation
rusting the positivity i spent years reinventing
extracting the reasons that you have become this way
coming across slightly unaware while you act this
loud, rude, crude, but mad if anyone tells you to stop
or you are suprised later when alerted how you were
supposedly being towards other people
evidence that a red flag has died
during our slow dance as we kiss
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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