When the clock's done.
When the time's over
and bells start to ring.
I guess it's time to forget
again.
Forget that today happened.
Forget that you and me happened.
Forget that I met you.
It's time to act naive.
Again.
For her sake,
for your sake,
and as you've said,
for my sake.
Bell's ring again,
is there you and me again?
Written by: jme_28
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Little Red Notebook
PoetryLiterature is mimetic. It mirrors our life stories and experiences. It narrates, expresses, records, catalyzes and influences us. Literature should be cathartic. Experience every emotion as you read through Little Red Notebook. Little Red Notebook...
