I wish to be the old me free, wild, and not in love to be
but now I am depressed, sad with a broken heart and all that
Meanwhile, you don't know what my feelings are
As we are far apart.
Authors note: Another part will be the last part making it the end of this story and as well the last part is quite a part that might give you self-confidence.
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The season of love
PoetryThe season of love is a poem about unrequited & unconfessed love. Include various memories to be cherished.