In a fragment of a lifetime history
Counted are the precise point in time
Where the past reflects the future, becoming our present
This includes the reasons why we parted ways;
It was an accordance to a heated moment one night ago
Of our dreadful argument and misunderstanding
Even the days that came, was still a raging storm;
It was travail, painful, a difficult experience
Even the weeping of my eyes can not cease the brokenheart bleed;
Until everything became still, silent like strangers meeting for the first time
And we know both this is our unexpected ending of our history.
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RandomWords form into sentences and form into verses then put together into poems. Poetry may be only seem that way. But in reality this collection of poems enables you to visit and wonder into the mind of the poet. Where you will dive into those words th...
