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Don’t think that I won’t recognize
the sad tear streaks under your eyes
that slides down during the night
masked by a smile during the day.
Don’t think that I won’t love
your broken and tattered heart,
your lost and wonderful mind,
the scars of battle that you’ve fought
Don’t think that I won’t care
about the kiss we shared last night,
about your past, future and present,
about the life that we plan to share
Don’t think that I won’t cry
when you finally leave me all alone
alone in this lonely world without you
with only fragmented memories of us.
YOU ARE READING
poems with no names
Poetry❝ and I shall sing, with sweetened elation, these poems with no names. these poems of us.❞
