Once I swore to myself,
I shall never miss anyone, anytime,
That I won’t miss ranting to you,
Those dumb talks we always do,
Up that favourite path of yours.
Now I know I'll miss 'em all,
Sitting beside you and speaking life,
Walking next to you, speaking plans,
Holding hands, like it’s another world,
The souls of those worlds matched,
Yours and mine, they matched,
We're more or less the same,
Maybe we were two sides of a magnet,
No wonder we wish we were closer.
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To the love I thought I had in me.
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoetryEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
