i sang a song
but it was not long
i would miss the sound
as i watched around
this would be my last stage
the hidden page
i danced to a song
where i truly belong
my hands were shaking
my heart was beating
i could finally say goodbye
and hoping one day to say, hi
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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...
