Golden colors of the leaves making a trail to our forever now.
How I miss the old times...
Somedays we were allies the other we are enemies.
That was our young love.
Snowdrops started to grow during that day.
I made our melodies become into colorless echoes.
I promised to never let your eyes turn into oceans, yet that day not only did it turned into oceans.
But, a whole hurricane occurred.
I never forgave myself for that day.
Years of our young love had been turned.
All of its beauty was gone.
Sometimes I ask myself, "What could I have done differently?"
Guess, that's another story to be told in another life where we can be together.
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My Life With My True Feelings
PoetryIt's a poem that I did for fun. I hope yall will like it! (n u n) And I mostly express my feelings and with my sorrows. And I write about my depression at times and if I feel happy for once I will write a poem about it. (Btw this is the same just in...
