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even today when i close my eyes,
your lips flash by
muscle memory it is.
blurred vision doesn't help in losing them
but might blur the lines in between
but walking down the memory lane becomes all the more easier.
help a girl out, would you?
the
letters
i forgot
i wrote-
are they still with you?
or are they in the form of ash lying scattered beneath a pile of dry leaves, swept away in the some corner of your backyard
or might even be at the fireplace, unmoved at all.
time is ticking and you assure yourself you've forgotten me
but have you really?
now i know i'm being foolish
missing something (or someone) i never had
when you said forever you didn't mean it,
did you?
(did you really mean it?)
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𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 ━ 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ♡
Thơ caa short compiled book of poems regarding feelings and answers to unasked questions; apart from poems it might also contain some small pieces of texts, thoughts mostly they are; don't even know if these will make any sense to you but to me they sure...
