The moon has its phases.
Science experiments have phases.
And I do too.
But my pain
My memories
My rhythm
My love
Will never be a phase
Maybe my love for a rhythm fades away into oblivion
But it will never be as affecting
As the love that I feel for a girl
As the moment when I realized that I wanted to stay with my friends like this
As the beat that keeps me going every day
And as the freefall before the concrete
As I fall
again and again.
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The Words Left Unsaid-Poems
PoetryThese are a few poems I wrote that I put online. Enjoy!