"On rainy nights like this, I feel at ease. A pure pluviophile I must say. These raindrops remind me of tears that the memories made me shed. Normally, you'll pull me closer into the warmth of your arms and whisper sugar coats words telling me that it's going to be fine but here I am, wishing that was true. I still wish you never left . For I on rainy days still crave for you and the warmth you left me with. I shouldn't have gotten too attached to you. Was it wrong to open up? I guess so. Now I see things in a whole new perspective. And that is, people all eventually leave. Just like you."
-Pluviophile
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Welcome to the first chapter of Belgium Nights! I hope you'll all enjoy reading these writings that mean so much to me. I feel that memories teaches us the lessons in life by leaving us with the feeling of sadness or happiness whenever we look back so I decided to make a poetry book sharing writings that I hold dear. Our memories make us to who we are today. It's either a regret or something we'll treasure till the end.
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Belgium Nights
PoetryPoetical writings of a girl & her past memories. #7 in poetry 💕
