Remember how you gazed at me?
The first day we met?
Remember how we laughed?
Sang and danced to our favorite songs?
Shared jokes and made memories?
Well,
those days are long gone.
That Angel inside you,
decided to become a demon,
Leave the halo behind,
Leave me behind.
Memories became haunting ,
Your gaze became a memory
My life became a pain
the cedar tree of love became long gone
Succeeded only by a thorny bush of pain
and Pain striking memories
Until,
I found an angel once again,
Only to not learn from my mistakes.
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A Bouquet Of Golden Roses
PoetryA Bouquet of Golden Roses is my first collection of poems. At first the name "A Bouquet of Golden Roses" might sound weird as a title but it is symbolic. A Bouquet represents Collection and Golden Roses means the poems. Some poems of the collection...
