I still recognize every inch of your face, every strand of your hair, and even every bead of the sweat that trace its way from your forehead down to your chin. I still remember the look you give me whenever you caught me staring at your dark brown eyes shouting rage and grace. I still have in mind your crooked ways just to make me stay with you and never leave.
But I can't even accept the fact that you just left. Without me knowing why. Without me saying my final bye. I have always been a careful person, but when it comes to you I become careless. And of all the things I rarely lose, why does it have to be you?
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Prose-Poetry time! This is the first entry in my Prose-Poetry book 'Misplaced.' Maybe I'll get serious with my poems after the finals. :) Thank you.
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Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
