i wish at some point, we didn't meet
i wish inside the room, beside you i didn't sit
somehow i wish i didn't let the work of fate
cause somehow, it ended in a train of hate
all the memories i have are pictures of us
all the mishaps and misadventures in the past
every journey, every roadtrips, all highlights
thinking what happened to our young minds?
endless conversations, everlasting relations
how we came up with cutting connections?
countless travel, spending over apparel
how we ended up with these ties to unravel?
i accepted i must close some pages of you
and write more about life at peace without you
too young to know that everyone is a moment
too old to realize that every person is a comet
YOU ARE READING
every person is a comet
PoetryIn the cosmic expanse of time, I've journeyed to craft this ethereal collection, a constellation of words orbiting the nucleus of my life. Unlike my previous works, this poetic anthology ventures beyond the familiar galaxies, exploring realms of lov...
