If poetry wasn't meant to be felt then why does every word hit your chest as if you re-lived a certain moment?
If poetry wasn't made to be relatable then why does every line feel so close as if you wrote the piece yourself?
We've all been there an...
So now, we stand in front of each other I hold my body feeling it crumble Watching the salt water that leaks from your eyes I know I'll love you forever and I'm not good at goodbyes Cliche I know But amidst the cries and the times we fought and the nights apart and the not so good days I'll never forget the things you taught me, the things I've learnt and the things I feel. Engraved in my brain are your laugh and smile Locked in my memory are what you said to me Always will I think of our plans of walking down the isle. So, while we stand in front of each other with tears in our eyes and aches in our chests Though our final goodbye is full of despair Know that no first love will ever compare.
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