I think back to the nights I spent laying on wet grass,
staring up at the stars,
in a small town,
with a boy who's eyes told me he loved me before he could utter the words,
failing to realize then,
those nights laying under the sky,
behind his parent's home,
were some of the quietest times my mind and heart would ever know.
By: Alyssa
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