I do not remember what you look like as you stand before my eyes.
Could it be that my mind refuses to see you, so different from the one I used to know ?
Could it be that an echo from the past is fighting to keep your memory alive as you try to break it with your lies ?
You age and your wrinkles fade out. Tell me, when was the last time you smiled ?
I will dare say goodbye if you promise you will find a way to bring me back the friend I used to have,
if only for one night.
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Faces Of The City
PoetryThe city seemed cold It just had nothing to offer But as the city grew old It got a little bit better If I had been told A year ago that I'd love her I would have laughed I would've said something bitter But the city now holds A little bit of my...
