Year has passed, yet I am still living in a cage of emotional distress like a bird who's always bound to dwell in the cell of ebony without its prey.
Year has passed, yet our sweet memories has chained me well in front of the rusted steel where your letters full of roses has decayed.
Year has passed, yet I am still in my nocturnal lament, but just like a poem, I had nothing to decipher about it again.
Year has passed, I am still a prisoner of your long gone forgotten love. I think, I'll be imprisoned, forever.
—PrettyMira18
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A Poetry of Emotions
PoetryIT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT A WRITER SAYS. IT'S ABOUT HOW A WRITER SAYS IT, TO MAKE A READERS UNDERSTAND IT.
