Let me hold you one more time.
I don't want to see you cry.
Maybe we will meet again, even its not the same.
Someday you might not remember my name.
Foot prints dissaper from the waterside.
Like me from your mind.
It's not like I'm going to die... Just a little piece in the inside.
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July 12, 2015
YOU ARE READING
For the people like me.
PoesiaThese are words that are somewhat like poems. Most are sad and some are abstract. Other times it's just random questions or descriptions. I'll probably just put my feelings here, if I can call them that. It doesn't matter to me anymore who reads. En...
