It was a good time, even it's short
I always looking for you in the place where I saw you before
You caught my eyes when you enter the room
Your jacket that filled with your perfume
I prayed for good and then I see you
You're wearing your glasses and your shirt was blue
Then something kicks in my mind,
If I met you more early, is there a chance for you and I?
Then one day everything faded as you left
I didn't see anything but I know she got your ring
I don't need to find out if I already knew
Well I guess you'll be just a memory too
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Poetry𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜' 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗... *** These are the poems I wrote when I was under the spell of love. Stories that I read and the love that I never had led my pen...
