If I were to be nurtured to touch one given attempt, I would revive my longing heart first, and then regrew our memories held and shared, as for the past moments who stared at us and glared. Theres no other way for me to do this but to stop the period of pendulum, and to bring me back to the very first moment you first spoke your name.
Though sunsets may always set, I'm one of the opposite days. It sits there and wait for the sun to raise. If the sun refused to shine, It will always find Its ray. Like how the sun waits for It to set, how the sun looks for Its light. I'm the partner of the sun, though I may not shine. But my solitude Is fully covered In sensational thirst, one thrist turned Into a pool, such a fool waiting for you.
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"Sure Thing" (Poem)
PoezjaIts a one written poem, who forms an admirable touch to someone you like or love.
