There are nights I’m certain I will no longer look back,
There are days I’m confident I’m already moving forward,
But like a ghost, you haunted my thoughts on some midnights,
To remind me I haven’t fully killed you inside my heart.
Like a frustrated writer who can visualize different endings,
I hate how I still reminisce the remnants of what we could have been,
Inside this story, where only your ghost chose to remain,
While your still beating heart now sings another name.
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One of the old poems I've written that I forgot to publish here.
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RHYMES OF MELANCHOLY
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