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Letters on a yellowish paper,
Should I have chosen the latter?
Faded pictures on the broken cabinet,
My feelings are hidden in the closet.
Old polaroids of us in road trips,
Are flashing on my mind like movie clips.
Empty picture frames in the old space,
Hang these photos with a red lace.
Lost memories in my camera,
Living in a room filled up with nostalgia.
Videos of the silliness that was meant to be made,
And some words I should've said.
I've opened a new door.
But I can't seem to close ours.
Remembered how I cried on the floor,
Nonstop every 24 hours.
I love you. I miss you. I want you back.
Should I say it? Will there be luck?
These emotion are what I truly worry.
Now I close my eyes and recall the memory.
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HER BOOK OF POETRIES
PoetryA compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.
