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The pain I saw in his eyes,
Reflected guilt held in my heart,
Leaving him was hard,
But worst was the thought of getting to a new start.Without him,
I knew I was incomplete,
More haunting was the fact,
Our memories were something I could never delete.Tempting to hold him,
I tried calling him back,
But being surrounded by hidden lies,
I couldn't convince my weeping eyes.We had our own perfect world,
He could have given it a try,
How could he say goodbye?
Even the slightest thought always made me cry.
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In the mean time [ A Poetry Collection ] #wattys2019
PuisiThe book contains the type of literature that conveys a thought, describes a scene or tells a story in a concentrated, lyrical arrangement of words to communicate with your inner world.