The chill in the breeze
Has got something Different
Each flower , each tree
Randomly dancing to their zeal
And then our memories
Inside my head are all alive
Now the sky is turning grey
Innocent? yes! I wanted to stay
Storms are approaching fleeting,fast
Hardly will they ever last
Even though I can't feel you
Rain always drags the past
Ecmnesia after you is all I got
Categories:
ecmnesia, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Acrostic