yesterday I took a trip
I went down the memory lane
to the days when we were joined by the hip
to the times when we were happy and insane
yesterday I cried
I realised that we were fake
and now I just want to hide
because my heart aches
yesterday I moved on
I don't want to remember you anymore
so i stayed awake till dawn
and burned all our memories from before
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Tattletale || Poetry
PoesíaTattletale// a person, especially a child, who reveals secrets or informs on others should I speak or should I not a million words inside my head yet I cannot voice them out promise me you'll listen and then I'll tell you everything started 01/08...
