Since the first time we met I was locked
Seems all view was blocked
And only him do I see
We sat below the tree
Talking and having fun
Like how a love story begun
Is it a dream to forget
Or is it a memory to regret
He gave back my enthusiasm
I was hooked from his face so handsome
We were determined before
But now it seems his telling me there's no more
There is a solace in his encouragements
But without his arms I'm full of disappointments
Blaming myself so foolish
Leaving me was a bit brutish
The dawn is now breaking
Is he coming?
He always has a special storage
He might catch up the fallen orange...
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Fallen Rainbows
Poetry[COMPLETED] 🥈#2 in Waste -How do you feel when you just find yourself hanging on nothing but broken hopes and dreams? How would it be like if one day, a glimpse of hope would surprise you? Would you still grab it when you are afraid that it wou...
