That rose is withered now,
the tear stains have healed.
The old and dusty pages
speak of our unrequited love.
A tale of love & pain,
way before time.
The memory is still fresh,
like it happened yesterday.
They say love is pain,
a pain which is inevitable.
All of our existence is now bygone,
they read and forget.
But is it so easy for me to let go?
Me, you and us.........
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*This is from the POV of a girl who remembers her past life and unrequited love*
I got this as an inspiration when i was reading one of my favourite book on this platform.
'Lekha' by Eva_Notes https://www.wattpad.com/story/65803376-lekha-completed
You can check this book if you want, this is an amazing book.
