give me back those sunsets,
those morning kisses and cigarettes,
those playlists and mix-tapes,
those comfy netflix dates,
those pizzas and ice creams we shared,
those love quotes we often declared,
those long drives at nights,
and the ones spent gazing at the starry skies.
give me back those sunsets,
those morning kisses and cigarettes,
those dreamy dates on streets of paris,
those merry memories we long cherished.
given them back to me
so i can bury them deep inside,
and not look at them until
i'm ready to do what my heart wills and decides.
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7 Weeks Without You ✓
PoetryGrief is a five letter word but the turbulence it creates can last as much as five years, maybe even more. 7 Weeks Without You is not a story, but a state. Each week reflects one stage of grief: grief for the death of your loved one. Genre: Poetry ...
