It's 2am middle of the night.
As I close my eyes
I start to see you.
Your laugh echoes through
my mind,
playing again and again,
Like a broken record player.
These memories of you
I cannot get rid of.
"Move on with the seasons"
I should.
But I can't just forget you,
And all the things we've
Been through.
How can I forget you?
When the world is painted
With memories of you.
Every song I listen to
Reminds me of you.
Reminds me of what we
Used to be.
What we could've been.
Been lonely lately.
After the day you left.
They told me
"You cannot build a home,
Out of rubble and debris."
And here I am,
Back to the place we once
called home.
I cleared the rubble and
Sat down.
I stared into the sky.
Hoping you'd come by.
How can I forget you? If I'm
Waiting for you to come back.
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A Poet's Diary ( A Random Poetry Collection )
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry, some are inspired by other poems. Most of the poems would be really short, The poems would either be about love, or moving on. Maybe some other stuff too. There won't be a specific order. Literary just a random col...
