Clear blue sky
On the sunset time
Wearing green and black
Blue notebook on my hand
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It was by the time you've left
That I gave you the blue.
Roses were red on it..
And violets blue.
I wonder if they still are.
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Did you write anything on it dear ?
Did you write all the things you wished you'd tell me,
But you couldn't.
Or, did you write down the dreams you had,
And always forgotten.
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What have you written down there dear?
I wonder
Did you write about me ?
Or about our star ?
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I am still keeping the small letters tho,
As well as the pen.
Still cherishing the smiles and memories
That you left me with.
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Yet I don't think I could ever
Forget about the times you broke me
Twice or more..?
I ceased counting since the day you gave me back my book.
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I want to have you back,
But I can't.
I want to live us again,
But you clearly can't as well.
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How will I tell you all the things I wanted to tell you about?
Through poems ?
Through flying thoughts?
Or through our common lucid dreams..
