Clues left behind are the doors,
Leading to the world that makes me love,
Not someone today but the very past,
The time that passed through these streets and alleys.
It is indeed an unfortunate event,
Where I can't hold the person who came here,
In the past and left his clues,
I am truly unfortunate when it comes to this.
But anyways I am satisfied,
To know yesterday he walked this path,
Maybe in this life he isn't supposed to know,
Maybe he isn't suppose to love me,
Like he did yesterday in our last life.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
