I woke up in the middle of the night,
Scared to death unable to breath,
The memories of you keeps
haunting me.
The moments we shared.
A kiss upon my cheeks.
Flowers on my desk.
Morning walks.
Midnight-until-the-dawn talks.
Those laughters and tears.
I don't want to consider it as a nightmare,
But a beautiful dream,
an indelible dream.-SweetRose0320-

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The Cry Of The Lost Heart
PoetryThis is the cry of my soul, the cry of my lost heart. (completed)