How long has it been
since we met?
I can't remember
not a single idea i could get.
But i remember every detail
every single sight i got
to me it was like--
A glimpse of Krishna's Abode.
I miss the monsoons
when roses were still wet.
Let's just go back
to the night we met.
poet here
cringe
idk what to say
im kms
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Cringe Poems i wrote
PoetryI'm not the same person i used to be while writing these. Publishing cause my children insisted and i'm a good mom.
