It still hurts how we have to end the things we tried so hard to work on together, how we conquered so many fights before and how we finally lost the last one.
It still hurts how I still watch the sunset dying and shrinking in the horizon as dawn takes over its place and give me hopeless darkness as I check on my window for some miracle. It's getting darker and it's been months now and still, you hadn't made it home yet."
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PoetryYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
