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It's running down,
The warmth i can feel
upon my cheeks;
I wish i wasn't
but my eyes couldn't
help,
So, it started
to rain;
as i see you from the distance
buying someone things
I should've had;
making her laugh
as i should be there
in her shoes;
the time she's wasting on you
it should've been my
precious gold;
But what can
i do,
" He's belongs to someone else,
Now"
said mom when you stepped out
of the door ,
for the last time
as my only father
that ever been.
~ivy~
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Note To Self
PoetryThere are so much of things and stuffs that we could relate our self with but sometimes we didn't bother to note it and when the time comes we'll be drawn out of clue on what's happening around us. So, note to self is one of the best idea if you lea...
