Founding a new kind of friendship is wholesome,
But saying goodbye to them is burdensome;
It is sad that every "hi" will always end at "goodbye,"
Every smile will last and turn into heavy cry.
The memories have been built for so long,
Yet can be cut in just one word or one wrong,
Perhaps by one step away or waving hands for farewell,
Maybe turning back for good, or leaving to be well.
After meeting the cutoff of the last bridge,
The painful thing to do is to glance back from the parallel edge,
Seeing the bridges eaten by the fire that's frustratingly raze,
The memories that has been shared was being covered by haze.
-Marxx Archer
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MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree
PoetryMARXX ARCHER POETRY(MAP) #1 LANGUAGE: ENGLISH GENRE: LITERATURE(LITERARY PIECES), ROMANCE POETRY, TRAGIC POETRY, SPOKEN POETRY, INSPIRATIONAL AND MOTIVATIONAL POETRY, AND SHAKESEARIAN SONNETS STARTED: AUGUST 31, 2021 PUBLISHED: OCTOBER 12, 2021 RESU...
