I wish I could go back
And live those happy moments twice,
Which hurt now,
Even if mistakenly a related thought arises.
I still feel those memories
Rolling down my cheeks,
Silencing me off
Yet wanting me to speak.
I can't walk pass
The past you gave,
Neither can store
Present I have.
In memories
You always stay,
Even if years pass by,
Those memories don't age a day.
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Poetember | Spoken poetry | Scrambled words
PoetryDON'T COME AT ME FOR WHAT I SAID, IGNORE MY GRAMMAR, PAY ATTENTION TO THE FEELINGS.
