I miss the way her cheeks rose when she smiled
I miss the way she cared for me as a child
Just wish I held on a little longer
The last time I hugged her
First Five, now thirteen years later
Memories of each other, are all I encounter
I miss the way the sun reflected on her brown skin
I miss the way the moon glowed in her from within,
The rain magically wrote on her like a pen
Revealing a fresh scent when she passed by, which then blew like the wind
Counting the days till we get together again
How much longer could I wait , if not now, then when?
She was my only friend
Referring to our friendship as a past tense, only because when I describe her "was" is the first word that appeared, in my defense
"she WAS always there for me"
After so many years have passed,
When we become one again, I'll say "finally, at las"
I hope we'll be able to put a hold on the weather forecast
Rainy days won't exist, every minute will be a blast
All the times I've gotten harassed, felt like an outcast, walked on imaginary glass, stood up first but became last, and got surpassed, will be nothing but a lonely moment in the past.
We will be together soon, and we'll both say "at las"
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Inside out
PoetryI find it easier to write about the things that are hard to talk about. I conquered the inability to sustain a consistent character that does not depend on anyone to make me happy. This book is for anyone going through an emotional rollercoaster, an...
