Times ticks,
Days passed,
Mind pissed,
Memories plays the mind.
Sadness flows,
Places reminds of them,
There weren't a thing
That leave her peace.
She hate herself,
For loving him big.
She hate him,
Cause she had loved him.
Complicated feelings shall it call,
Brain full of their plays.
It's easy to forget, says they
But feelings are those,
which she called uncontrollable.
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Last poem for him....
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It's All About Love
PoetryPoems about life 😊 It's written for you to read, The poems differ with each another, some are of love, some are for families, nature, friends and quotes too.... Hope you will enjoy reading... Criticism are welcome..... Thank you Don't forget to ra...
