Here's an ode to the night he/she left;
here's an ode to the anxiety you feel on a sunny morning
and everything was supposed to be fine;
here's an ode to the feelings left unexpressed;
here's an ode to
the words left unsaid, or perhaps what can't be said;
here's an ode to you and poetry.
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People always crave for the things that are out of their reach, and maybe that is also the reason why I fell in love with her; she was always meant to be someone else's, someone; I could never reach.