And there came a time when all she ever wished for came true in the cruelest way possible, all she can do was look at the night sky above and sigh, "I no longer cared for new ink on my pages, I just want my poetry back" she wiped a tear that betrayed her as she spoke, "We were so happy" she said, "we were at our most blissful state and you punished us for it" she whispered to the heavens.
"Why do they always take something away from us? Why did the fates permit us to have something and not keep it?" She asked, eyes filled with grief, voice almost choking up because of the tears that escaped her eyes, and then the pages of each storybooks answered her "Because, sometimes, we need to be happy about a certain object, or a person, even if we find out in the end that they are not going to end up with us, and they are not for us"
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A Memoir To My Almost Lover
PoetryA collection of prose and poems, some are from Lang Leav and others from various other authors, some are made by me inspired by Lang Leav and other great poets out there to create a powerful memory about the person I once loved
