The alleys are closed
My feelings for you might die
The shadows are close
All of that was a lie.
Portraits of you,
things I wanted to throw.
But those we're in my mind.
Hoping it will be carried by the wind as it blow.
Thought we were meant to be?
I know it's wrong for me to feel this way.
Thought we we're 'bout to last?
But why did it happened so fast?.
We wrote this story, where in its only me and you.
But the published one is the saddest; where it's only me without you.
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Untold Stories of a Lemon
PoetryA collection of poetry and narratives that are inspired by real-life situations that has been encountered by some, but directly this is pointing out to the youth. This is a story that expresses the feelings that was never been felt and words that wa...
