the unspoken words surround us
a way that is beautiful, yet;
overbearing at the same time.
If i could choose, i'd stop this moment
and let it be;
because i know when i open my eyes,
you'll be gone and all the clothes
you left, they lie on the floor
just from the time when you left them.
i don't enter, fearing what might dawn on me
i still choose to dream; after all, it is a
beautiful dream
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PoetryHEY GUYS!!! so this is my first poem that i am posting on net . im not quite sure how this might turn out ! my poems are basically just my feelings that drown me sometimes and i always find a way to vent out ... some of them ... wait ... all of th...
