Opening the curtains to morn lights
Your dreaming attire, alluring sights
Slowly waking up to a day oh so fine
Lookin' drowsily beyond city skyline
Standing by that high glass window
He hugged our soft legs, warm dingo
All the floatin' drunken side-glances
'N' the mischievously stolen chances
Dancing in middle of a soft madness
We skipped around in a lovely mess
Diving into a sea of sparkling glitter
Forgetting all memories, oh so bitter
I always tried to adorn all moments
For nobody knows the rollin' events
No matter how hard we try to elate
We cannot escape the strings of fate
So today, I am harshly left all alone
While you are oh so painfully gone
Oh how many auroras we could see
But I always knew, we were not...
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meant to be
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PoetryHighest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My word...
