As I stare at the sunset as it goes down
My mouth suddenly turns into a frown
The thought of letting go of such a beautiful memory
It pains me to let go of my favorite scenery
The way you talked to me
The way you smiled at me
The way you stare at me
Will always be a memory
A memory that never happened
Because it was only imaginary.
-A.B.
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In my thoughts
PoetryHi guys, just a quick explanation this is not actually a story. It's just poems in one book so every chapter has a different story to it.
