The mornings, the nights, all your souvenirs,
Letting go is the only way it appears.
Your simple touch that could send shivers,
Storm of thoughts, my body quivers.
Rain showers pouring down tears,
Pretense of happiness around my peers.
I watch as the pink trumpets wither,
Sweet memories left to adhere.
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Ohh, OK, I will come back. Dunno why I went away in the first place! heehee.
God, I've been waiting forever. hehe
I'm here now! heehee.
"Pretense of happiness around peers," is always the hardest. I remember the most gut-wrenching heart break of my life was so difficult because I couldn't just stay home and cry. I had to carry on throughout the day at work and hold tears back constantly (for weeks). It made it so much harder, and I hated those moments, but looking back it most definitely made me a much stronger person to be able to endure that pain and live through it.
Couldn't relate more. Thankyou for sharing your experience.
Powerful...you take the reader right into the scene.
Thank you for your kind words!
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