I once saw him not the way I see him every day.
I once liked him the way I never thought I'll do.
I once said to myself that I'll be eaten by my reveries.
I once told myself that I won't resist what I feel.
But all at once, somebody saw him the way I saw him once.
Somebody liked him the way I never thought I'll do once.
Somebody said to herself she'll be eaten by the same reveries that ate me once.
And that somebody made me resist what I felt in my life once.
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My Daily Poetry
Poetrytrembling hands narrate, whatever the mind paints; reconciling the mess made, created by affection and hate; papers serve as scapegoat, concocting it as remedy; shaping one's story, creating thy poetry.
