I live in my memories
Each and every day
And think about those moments,
The days that'll never come again.
Those moments in which I was the happiest,
Have now seemed to pass on
I know I should accept it
But I can't just seem to move on.
I keep seeing those photos,
Of days that were past.
I think I should let go,
Of those memories that will haunt me till the last.
I'm stuck in the past.
But I'm still holding on,
Like the song, I can't quite sing along.
I never forget those moments,
That we shared, but
"I'll miss you" are just three words,
That I think should never be said again.
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Night
شِعرIs it night or is it only in my mind? The poems are about the inner turmoil that's beautiful but also in some way cause pain.
