People walking down the lane,
Holding hands down the pavement,
Gripping hard to not let go,
Worry, to lose when it goes.
People walking down the lane,
Bringing flowers as they walk home from work,
Smelling it's romantic aroma,
Knowing, it's the best when given.
People walking down the lane,
Sleeping against one shoulder,
Walking together without fear,
Wanting, to stay forever as it is.
I walk down the lane,
Watching him down the lane,
He's just there sitting, sipping his coffee,
But i stay,
Truthfully, i ain't worth of him.
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POETRY
PoetryVarious of poems crafted by me and other poets with me for various of occasion. Sometimes we don't know how to express, "let my words become your sentences to express those thoughts"
