It so sad,
That I can't go back.
To where my memories lie,
Where they die.
It's so sad,
Time holds me back,
From all that black,
Starry night skies that shone on me,
Shone on thee,
Where the grass was green,
And I stayed up till three.
It's so sad,
I can't go back home,
Back alone,
Wondering when did I leave,
I can't remember,
When did I leave,
Did I weave,
A goodbye fit,
for my memories?
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
