A string of fairy lights of stars,
an old photograph.
Perhaps a letter,
or an old sweater.
A box of things,
containing polaroids, post-its,
of little things I leave in your hands.
And music from my favourite bands.
Underneath your bed,
collecting dusts, it's tightly shut.
Unopened, forgotten, left.
An unwanted treasure chest.
For all one knows,
maybe one day, you'll stumble upon,
The lost little things
that our love has forgone.
And remember what it was like;
the fire we toyed with,
the spark we ignited,
and the light we omitted.
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A Moment In Time
PoetryA collection of poetry, excerpts, thoughts, memories, proses, narratives and shorts dedicated to my favorite moment in time. Break ups are a hell of a fight. A fight between you, your thoughts and the world around you. I've decided to put into word...
