"..cause, to live well, you have to start loving yourself."
Someone great once said, by expressing your feelings, you gradually start loving yourself. Writing out a few emotions and premonitions, which have been hovering inside the little well of...
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The room still has the scent of you, The pungent perfume, the coffee, The smoke and the little sweat. The scent stirs my heart and my heartbeat Invokes the memories I have buried deep down.
Reminds me of the days and nights, The long summers and the short winters The time that has gone by in the blink of an eye And the lasting memories we made together.
Like tides, they come Like knives, they stab Like wounds, they hurt Like scars, they remain.
The way you had put your hands around me The way I had slept off in your lengthy arms The way mylips had gracefully grazed yours The way your hand had enclosed mine So tight, so close, and with so muchlove.
The sorrows, the smiles, and the love we shared In the tiny, little yet infinite space The fights, the tears and the hugs we lived And the forever of dreams we together saw The pool of memories, so long andlasting.
Like tides, they come Like knives, theystab Like wounds, they hurt Likescars, they remain.
The day you told me your end is so near The day you said your heart is soweak The day youwhispered it hurts a lot The day you stopped holding on So aching, so hard, with so much pain.
I am so forlorn, so tired, so down The place is only a room at this time The love, thekisses and the lives that are gone No, it's not just you whodied It was me and the fantasy we had. I tell you, the memories, they never die.
Like tides, theycome Like knives, they stab Likewounds, they hurt Like scars, they remain
