Another sadness

I don’t often cry cry

But as the summer approaches

When the flowers start to bloom

when the winds send me roaming

I see lovers holding hands

and feel a sadness in my heart.

Unable to tear, not out of fear

But because I’ve been here

far too long.

Ohh I’ll keep chasing the skies

And I know, I know that love is a precious thing.

I know that.

Solomon

Published by Solomon

I write to get a better understanding of the world, why we feel the way we feel and how we can channel our emotions to achieve greater stories

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