The clock seems to get stolen again
and time will stop
and we are going to look at each other
perhaps in a dream
or at midnight
when the sun was no where to be found
In the morning
I look at us again
thinking about what's going to happen next
in this house for two
we started the journey
from strangers
to travellers
Then comes the day
when we have to say goodbye
when we have to leave
all the memories
and all the stories behind
and in this house for two
someday we will miss them too.
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Author:
fikrioshin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2025 06:29
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Good, so good not to be alone. 🙏🏻🕊
True. BTW Thanks for your comment mate 😀
You are most welcome 🙏🏻🕊 please feel free to visit and comment on mine as well 🕊👍🏻
Will do 😀
A lovely read, really enjoyed it
Glad to hear that. Thanks for your comment 😀
You are very welcome
Excellent write
Thank you 😀
You're welcome
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