Short Stories for the Beginning

❥Block of Anguish

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Love is a fleeting memory.

The person whom is left behind takes the pain,

Feelings worse than a person's gain.

The once was a spring like bloom,

Becomes a bitter storm, I presume.

When you visit the places where you met,

When you see the products you once selected,

The taste of love is bitter,

All because of a memory you've spent together.

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Fragments of memories appear to be like broken shards.

As a whole, they look like a gigantic glass of heart.

Then again, nothing stays forever,

Therefore, no matter how much you put efforts,

If it's meant to be broken, it shows.

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An old shirt, a broken record,

Flashes of scenes like a fictional commotion,

Asking them to stop is nothing but a pipe.

Sometimes it's better to forget,

At least everything for the night.

The atmosphere becomes dense for a while,

As you struggle to get through the night.

Its pitiable to be alone, the wind gets too cold,

It was the once was sweet night you enjoyed so whole,

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You can't revert time and pretend you didn't see

The least you can do is slowly forget that memory.

If you truly wish to move on with life,

One day, the places, objects and experiences you had,

Won't be so bitter because you made good memories above that.

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May 7, 2021