Years passed gradually
And I accepted reality
I had a mountain of things
But I did not get the one thing I was waiting for.
In the busy town, I saw you again
Same face but matured
I would never forget the face
Which had always made me cry of guilt.
Your eyes met mine
They contained emotions I could not read
But I bet I saw your eyebrows rising
I was glad that I saw you again.
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YOU
PoetryThis is not a story. This is a set of poems(don't post bad/hate comments if u r not interested just ignore and move on). A young girl who had been going through her worst times unexpectedly met a boy one day. As of her age, she liked him and tried t...
