your angelic voice;
Is a lullaby that would make me stifle a smile,
think that would be the last moment I'll hear you?
I have to hold back my stare —
I cannot.
I cannot afford to remember your face,
I even forgot about your voice
that it made me feel like I just met you as I heard you saying welcome when I said thank you.
Slowly —
I assumed that someone's doomed to be a disaster,
but I wasn't expecting it would be me.
Then we separated ways —
Same place yet different destination and purpose.
merMia
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A Perspective
PoetryThis is a compilation of my personal written poetry. No matter how emotionless you seem to everyone, eyes tend to tell them how you really feel. What was it that you saw, that it made you who you are today? Would you believe me that it's your point...
