On the streets,
The lights are red
and the city is delighted.
As I hear the carols,
Our memories roll
I miss us all.
We used to sing Jingle Bell,
Playing our own voices
and laughing at our own choices.
I really miss the old days,
The minutes of laugh
and the seconds of memories.
What happen?
We lost our time,
We are out of sight.
-roseesesch
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Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
