It was late
The stars were shining bright; it reminds me of her
I thought removing her made me forget everything about her
Her lust, her smile, her eyes; none can be forgotten, for she was worth the fight
I took my short steps, this night seemed colder
I needed a miracle, Will I be able to see her again?
Just for a few seconds,
Dear god,
Let me see her for the last time, I wanted to say my proper goodbye.
She hates me, for I have stolen something from her. I just wanted to see her eyes again... Just one more time
The moon seemed to glow tonight, it's bright and beautiful
It seemed like God had answered my prayers, there she was
Standing, waiting for something
She's different
No longer the bright girl, filled with happiness
What have I done ?
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It was Her
Poetry"It was her" - a mistake she made, and can never go back to fix it. The regret that stayed within him, thinking he could return the love she lost Describing each story in different ways
