Remember when we used to talk?
When we used to call.
We listened to the songs we loved.
We sang together—sitting viewing
The sky.
Remember when we had the
Conversation about the moon.
"I like a girl who's like the moon."
"Too far to reach."
Remember that time; I confessed
I liked you? Funny how I cannot
Get rid of these memories of you.
But slowly my feelings for you
Had to start to disappear.
A tear in my eye as I finally
Decide to say goodbye.
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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...
