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they say past is solely past,
but deep in my heart,
all along, i wished it did last
'cause the past is part.
i wished for a long time
that i do not forget you in a short while,
and now i am having a hard time
thinking our distance is more than a mile.
honestly, i could not rhyme the words well anymore,
always forgetting the only pretty line i hold onto.
i could only remember how the vines hugged the door
like how i was used to be held by the past's you.
i could only remember how the raindrops tossed themselves
onto the most unstable land i've stepped on
and how the largest trees engulfed the best stories' shelves,
not knowing how tragedy in life always won.
if my life gives up on me soon, you'll always be my favorite memory,
even when i am not yours, even if we forget when we lay down.
if my life gives up on me soon, you'll always be my favorite dichotomy,
even if you're now hers, even if we all give up on this town.
honestly, i could not rhyme the words well anymore,
always forgetting the only pretty line i hold onto,
but i kept writing words, phrases, and a little more,
making the lines rhyme 'cause you like it when they do.
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YOU ARE READING
Finite Infinitives
Poetry𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "I haven't done everything I want, but in the realm of reams, I already did some."
