A picture frame, laid on the table. Eyeing it, something memorable. A picture of you and me, enjoying rides and sweets. Your arms were wrapped over my shoulders. With excitement, pouring like showers. Those sweet moments I savored, sweet as a lip-gloss flavored.
It's not meant to be. This is just another memory...
The frame I held in my hands, hoping to be given a second chance. Nails digging into the skin, bleeding more than it's ever been. The red puffy eyes, they got much worse, I wish time would reverse. For you and I, aren't the perfect picture.
I placed the picture on my side desk, suddenly it fell. Feeling more pain than less. I eyed the shards of the broken glass. Wishing, the pain would never last.
Why is fate so cruel to me? All I wanted was to be held gently,
Maybe, I was never meant to be with you that badly...
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Şiir『••✎••』 mel·an·chol·y /ˈmelənˌkälē/ 1. noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. "an air of melancholy surrounded him" adjective having a feeling of melancholy; sad and pensive. "she felt a little melancholy" love·sick /ˈlə...
