maybe
i would rather let the whole of you go
than keep loving pieces of you
your voice will keep ringing
without your fragrance around
and the worst of them all is,
my arms would be empty forever
and your touch would be lost
and maybe on some cursed night,
i won't cry to sleep
and then your face will fade soon,
the memories will die too
maybe i'll die with them
maybe i'll live forever
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Dreams and Stuff
RandomThis one contains poetries, muses, paras, and just some random short stuffs to read.
