As years pass by,
I can trace this feeling
Of missing you by myside.
It was all fleeting.
Our youth that is filled
With laughter and cries,
As well as loving and fights.
Oh how time flies!
Yet, I'm the only one left
With tears in my eyes.
Just wanna say good bye.
Finally, good bye.
-PYP.
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Penna Pax
PoetryPenna - root word of Pen. Pax - root word of Peace. A collection of my written thoughts & poems as PenYourPeace.
