He was looking at the stars,
Whilst I was busy staring at the moon,
We wanted different things,
My heart is bruised,
I knew that I loved you,
I hoped you loved me too,
But this isn't right for us,
Especially not for you,
If we meet again,
Another time and place,
Know I'll never forget you,
I adored you until our very ending days.
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Short Poems
شِعرA small book full of self-written poems. Poems full of love, hate, misery, happiness. Every poems has its own meaning.
