To all the red roses
you used to give
that has wilted by now,
lost its beauty—
just like our story.
To all the love songs
I used to sing
with the guitar you gave me,
makes me blue—
just like you.
To all the mistakes
you used to make
without me knowing,
became your history—
just like me.
And to all the movies
we used to watch
up until midnight,
has come to its end—
just like us.
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Poetry× Poetry × You need to read this gddmn book in order for you to feel what I feel and to share each other's feelings.
