echoes | poetry | wattys2018

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love is
a cycle;
strangers
into friends,
friends into
lovers,
we made
memories;
smiles,
stories,
hugs and
kisses,
and then
heartbreak.
i guess those
were'nt enough
and then,
suddenly,
we both let go,
your hand
slipping.
and now,
we're
strangers
again.
just
like
a
cycle.
we're
back to
square
one.