do you remember when we first met?
standing outside, soaking so wet
was it troublesome to save me?
running in circles, climbing the tree
i smiled at you without any reason
you smiled at me in every season
that moment became a little bit fuzzy
when the rain started pouring like crazy
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The Things We Don't Talk About | Poetry
Poetry❝We need to talk,❞ I said over the phone, hoping for the best. He agreed to meet me to the only place we call home. But he never came that day, sadly, he left me for good. These are the things that we don't talk about, which ended our journey. (feat...
