Spring has come
Summer goes on
Sun shines brighter
But my lights still dim
Flowers bloom
But it’s not the ones that remind me of you
The dark and cold world
Is now a void echo
That once brought beauty
Icarus fell so we could rise
But in similar, He and I are one
I cleaned my old wardrobe, the clothes are stained and no longer usable.
But I wanna wear them again, but buying the same clothes newer doesn’t share the same memories on these ones do
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Author:
JD Puni (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Me and the girl I wrote the last recent poem about broke up, we had a major fall out, we ended. I don’t feel bad for what happened because it was probably for the best but idk why I miss her
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Comments1
Objects hold memories and the energy of the past. This seems to be the case in this poem
The yearn to wear those clothes again but choosing to not and let it go is terrible but it’s the best choice
You are probably right
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