Tragiclovepoem cerita

Drops of rain fall in my ambience Flooding me and my existence Tears trickle down but fails to drop Voice unheard, never yields to stop Poems are verse to let out thoughts In each line is beauty of thoughts In each word is wonder of thoughts It drains and brings to my heart's drought Poetry in my own style and aesthetics

Some memories refuse to die. I remember the day you told me you wanted to die. You probably don't. But I do. And there are some things you never realize you'll remember forever until it's too late. A story about memory, loss, and the things people leave behind.