When I came
Forget the thing that came when I came home.
Forget the shadows that roamed when I roamed.
Forget the sounds that you heard that you heard.
Forget the fact that the words were my words.
It's been long since I opened that door,
since you and I stood on that bamboo floor,
since our shadows roamed together as one,
since our together love made our hearts run.
Look to the side and acknowledge the empty seat,
look in review and make sure pain never repeats,
look forward towards future moments of bliss,
let go of our last meaningful hug and kiss.
Forget the thing that came when I came,
I'm trying to do for you just the same.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: May 9th, 2025 04:45
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A catchy wording that I take to be a reverse psychology of saying what is not intended. Nicely done
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