I write songs,
In remembrance of how long,
You and I could end up together,
They say fate is like weather,
As the climate changes,
I can see nothing in my range,
Your presence may disappear,
Erasing images which once were so clear,
In the distance I stand,
In a foggy night,
I await,
For you but I guess it's pretty late.
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Diary of a poetess
PoetryA mixture of love and hate. Penned down my feelings though, some are just poems. A poet obeserves and writes his or her thoughts. I feel the pain of rejection and devastation. I like to follow my dreams and do what my heart says. Whatsoever people...
