Someday, it'll leave me, this green youth. Like a flower that withers and blooms on that moonlit might. Through the window, my melancholy love song rings.
I try to catch the days that pass, yet I return with empty hands. So, I let them go, I turn away. That's how time passes.
I can forgive lovers who leave me, but not time that leaves me. The olden days that I keep searching for are gone. My heart, once overflowing with young passion, is withered like the flower on that moonlit night.
And through the window, my melancholy love song rings.
this was my 100 word story that i submitted for LA
hope you enjoy it :)
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Love, Pain, Hate
Poetryjust poems by me and some by my favorite poets. check it out if you're interested
