We met and we are strangers.
We talk, we become friends.
We talk more, we become best friends.
And one day that stops, one day you stop texting me back.
You stop answering and I stop trying to reach out to you.
And we go back to strangers once again.
All the memories get lost in the time.
All the texts, photos, calls go frogoten.
Until we meet again again and we wonder "Why did we stop talking?"
And the cycle repeats itself once again.
Becoming a vicious circle that wont stop repearing itself.
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My shit // Mi mierda
PoetryWhat i write in class, home, anywhere, toughs or simple poems about my day, characters or things i read, do, watch.. etc Lo que escribo en clase, casa, cualquier sitio, pensamientos o siempes poemas sobre mi dia, personajes, series, libros cualquier...
