Sakuras had played a role in our story,
Pretty pink petals falling upon our fate
As if masquerading an end of goodbyes and sorrys
That made us thought it would have been great
The soft wind blew those blossoms away
As if they were our memories of the past
Erasing the happiness from back in the days
Along with the things that made us think we would last.
We stood underneath the flowering trees
As if it was cementing our fate together
And again, when we set each other free
Waving and saying goodbye to forever
While I stood here in the same old spot again
Feeling my tears pour down from my eyes
It felt like inside me was terrible pain
Knowing I don't mean it when I said goodbye
The sakuras are raining on me once more
And once again I stand in the spot where we met
It felt the same as ever, as if back to before
Quietly agonising over the secrets I've kept.
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Little Do They Know
PoesíaOriginally published for a him who made me cry a lot, it's a collection of short poems and stories, both sad, weird, or sometimes even horrific. Cover picture isn't mine. Credits belong to the rightful owner.
