I cried like Seattle,
when I realized that you wouldn't return, Alsace.
My Seoul was torn,
As if my north wasn't worthy enough
For your south.
My days were Beijing,
a crazy blur amidst the smog.
I wanted to stand proud for you like Barcelona,
but I just doubled over like Brussels.
I am wasted like Hiroshima.
And I miss you, Sofia
-EPS
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What I Forgot to Say
PuisiHigh school. Nostalgia. Love. Heartache. Thrill. All are words we know, but maybe the words fail to come and describe how you feel. Let this collection of poems be those words, those feelings. These poems are supposed to make you feel something, no...
