The lonely wind feels colder tonight,
The skies turned all white.
All those memories with you are etched on my heart,
You moved to another country, I'm sure you'll forget this soon alright.
At late night,
I close my eyes,
I remember when we talked about our family trees,
and the time when you started to despise me.
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The World Of Poems
PoetryA book filled with unsaid thoughts and emotions written in lines which rhymes by a recently turned 13-year-old. Venture into the world of poems and be enthralled.
