Once More

April 21, 2011
you're like a flower,
dying and coming back.
we're like two seasons,
hot in the summer,
cold in the winter.
you're like leaves on a tree;
falling off in autumn,
and growing back in the spring.
we're a roller coaster ride
with ups, downs, loops, and twists.
you're my favortie old pair of jeans,
that i can't throw away.
you're a book i can't stop reading
even though i already know,
what's going to happen.
you're an old photograph;
that gets put away,
only to get taken out
once more.

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