Notice of absence from Hope Skeldon
Don't miss me too much! Bye!
Don't miss me too much! Bye!
we grew, we grew, we grew
and stayed to our hearts true
polished our tongues to be new
hoping we'd be less hurtful
less of the old-young brutes
We Grew 2 Late.
Fate Was Hate.
Fate Destroyed Faith.
8th Of May, Was When It Happened. The 3rd Of May Was When It Was Best 2 Stop Trying.
Crying Heart (Yourz) 2 It's Former Counterpart. We Found Each Other Again, Somehow: May 8th.
Worth It All Was The Conversation. Your Nu Love Wasn't Such A Love & My Nu Love Wasn't Such A Love.
Alive. U & I, Again, Alive. Alas, Distant Friends Was Our Ultimate Fate. The Coin We Used 2 B Fades Away With Our Final United Motto, Highlighted: "We Grew 2 Late".
- Authors: Hope Skeldon (Pseudonym), Broken Ankh
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: June 12th, 2024 18:00
- Limit: 7 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Hello! A little context for this would be that the narrator talks of a relationship that had its good times which gradually turned bad, and how they acted upon it. Everyone's free to participate! Thanks a lot :)
- Category: Love
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