That ever growing feeling,
Of something that was once was.
If only I knew the consequence that twas to be,
Never would have had what might have been.
Of all the things I fondly remember,
The butterflies that lasted till my deep slumber.
Now all we do is glance at each other,
Knowing there once was that lead to another.
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A Collection of Poems
Poetryjust a compilation of poems that I have come up with. Filled with overflowed emotions and tired eyes. Credits: The cover has been borrowed from Pinterest temporarily until I make an actual cover of my own.
