Theses leaves seems to be falling faster from this tree,
The place where we used to be.
Just wondering how you are doing today,
It's been months since you left and I stay.
Do you still remember
Memories that makes us even older.
We used to sit under this tree,
And watch sunset but you said all you see is me.
You used to play with your guitar
And I sing together , and reality seems so far.
It's like we are living inside our paradise
Built with a lot of white lies.
Those are memories I still want to treasure
It makes me remember that my love for you can't be measure.
It does brings back a lot of pain,
But someday, it'll be washed by drops of rain.
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Her Broken Letters
PoetryThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
