I remember it was a Monday morning,
Sounds of birds whistling and the qracky sounds made by their cute little toes that touches the roof top.
I whispered to my heart,"I going to tell her I love you."
I woke up had my daily routine done, on opening the gates of work, I bumped into her.
"I'm sorry," I said. My heartbeat raised but I brokenly said "I love you."
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Poetry Slam
PoetryThis is a poetry story based on relationships me and my friends passed through. relationships can be fun,sad and terrible but still remain the best memorable experience we live up to.
