I stood there,
remembering the moments we shared,
recalling the memories we cherished.
When we used to sit under the tree,
and now that tree looks so lonely.
You're not here now and I know why,
neither my love meant anything to you nor did I.
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Darkness Of a Soul
PoetryWe all are lost and surviving, a human smiles and hides the dark side of the soul but he knows how much darkness his soul is carrying. The struggle and survival is genuine and real but in the end, life goes on.
