When the path has gone cold
And our story has been told
Our memories remain in my heart as gold
And as I reminisce, it'll never grow old
That sweet morning bliss
Waking up with your kiss
Seeing your beautiful face
It could never be replaced
Those dreary days when I can't see you, hurts
I become weary and be at worse
Loving isn't easy
But loving you was never a task, you see
And as we grow with realizations
We grow in different pace
In different paths
But only one destination.
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My Silent Screams (on going)
PoetryPoems of unsaid thoughts and feelings. This isn't really well made and I just wrote this from my heart. This book is filled with just little pieces of me that I write down to somehow find comfort and shelter to my vulnerabilities. These are the emot...
