He used to flash his broad smile every time we saw each other in the hallway,
But now he just passes by as if he never knew me at all.
We used to talk about random stuff like life, dreams, and our future,
Sitting together on this bench, watching the dusk unfold.
But now I find myself sitting alone in our rendezvous, missing him,
Hoping like the sun, he will disappear for now but return tomorrow.
He used to call me every time after picking me up from school,
Saying, "Hey, please don't laugh, but I already miss you. I hope to be with you every second."
But now I walk home alone, constantly glancing at my phone,
Longing for his call or a message from him to be shown.
He used to send me messages every night, wishing me good night,
Expressing his love for me, bringing a smile to my face so bright.
But even now, I wait for his call until I fall asleep,
Tears streaming down my face, my heartache buried deep.
He used to surprise me every 9th of September,
Filling my life with joy, contentment, and love to remember.
Now, here I am, crying and wishing to be in his arms once more,
He used to be my safe place, the one I adored.
He promised to love me yesterday, but today he left me broken and hurt.
And now we're back to where we started,
Strangers again, but with memories of each other, eternally imparted.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoetryI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
