Tell me again the story of that young boy and girl who became friends one Sunday morning. How they become close to one another.
Tell me again how they fought together against every battle that were thrown to them.
Tell me once more how those battles shaped their personalities today.
Tell me again how they grew up together, recall once again their promise about loving each other, about hurting the other, about drawing that invisible line between keeping their friendship and falling in love with one another.
Recite to me how they agreed not to cross that line because it would ruin everything.
Whisper to me how they unknowingly crossed that forbidden line, how it ruined everything.
Remind me how they are today.
How they walk past each other as if they never met before.
Describe how their eyes communicate whenever they're in the same room.
Tell me that if we could turn back the time, we would.
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Poems, Prose, Thoughts
PoésieThis is a collection of some Poems, prose, short stories, lines I wrote in the past few months and years about love, friends, life, faith, random thoughts and memories. Like some of the writers, I WAS also in love with a memory, an echo from anoth...
