Wandering on dried grass,
Can hear the crunch with every step,
Is it still too late to come back?
Reading all the old messages,
Wondering what if i ever replied to any,
Is it still too late to come back?
Looking at the old Polaroids,
Reminiscing the glorious moments,
Is it still too late to come back?
Walking down the streets,
Listening to the same songs we used to listen,
Is it still too late to come back?
Eating the strawberry flavor ice cream,
Remembering our fight over last scoop,
Is it still too late to come back?
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Sinking Alphabets
PoetryAnd I picked up my quill and let my thoughts and feelings dive deep in the ocean of poetry. ~All rights are reserved.
