The leaves drifted away from the tree we used to sit up,
Grass crumpled beneath my feet used to dance,
I looked alone up the sky we used to make a wish upon,
I looked at what we’ve become, apart and lost the chance.
I took a flower, the same I kind I place on your hair,
Its fragrance brings memories I held close to my heart,
Memories of the lost love I love the most,
Is this really the end, we’re done and worlds apart?
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Colection of Randomness
Teen FictionWell I think the tittle explains it all. This "book" is a repository of poems, short short stories and just any kind of random stuff that comes to mind. I sometimes call it garbage.. but sometimes there's gold in the trash. May be it can be useful a...
