under the night sky, there are dazzling stars that reminds me of your sparking eyes that once was gazing into my soul... oh darling, what happened to "never stopping?
you always wanted our blooming smiles to intersect— giving us a second chance of living the second time.. but baby, just when did our clock "never" stop?
the memory of our connection still lingering in my files, still stinging in my songs— stopping me to breath again the second time of the second chance. say sweetheart...
why did we never stop?
Forcing my head to look away in the night sky. I can still see your dazzling eyes instead of the sparkling stars, reminding me of our once unstoppable connection. Our souls gazing into our eyes— giving me a painful memory of my second time living the second life. Tell me, teardrop...
where is the person i once never stopped loving?
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PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
