Days are our matter,
wish the old times back,
as I stood here, pouring my heart.
So you could see, my emotion.
Oh, how I love you.
how I miss its moments.
hear me crying,
my spilled blood,
screaming through the silence.
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Reflection - COLLECTION ABOUT ENGLISH POEMS
PoetryI love to write poems. And, I want people see my hidden feelings by this book. Please Kinda read it people. It's only for you. Based by my own stories. I think, people can easily write what they want. They don't need to be aesthetic. Just let their...
