In the late empty nights
Your voice lingers like ghosts in my sight.
Everything I once wanted became
Everything I hate.
I wonder—WAS IT ME!
did I failed as a lover? Or were you
Just too naive to ever understand me.
But even in the ruins of us,
I hold no regrets, 'cause for a moment,
You felt like home.
Not for long, but long enough.
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Author:
Shradha (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 2nd, 2025 21:20
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Comments2
That's a nice write, although it didn't work out they are still glad it happened, enjoyed the read
Reunions are not always forever nor is what one thinks to be love yet in these pauses we rest and gather strength for a new day. A lovely write that feels good after reading.
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