This is an old poem I wrote while going through a breakup. Shocker, I know.
Four years ago
On this very day
I met the one
I could've sworn
But it wasn't meant to be
So they tell me
But still my heart cries
Still my heart cries.
My eyes don't betray the pain
my heart feels
It's best to battle on.
I mourn the living.
Your quiet steps away from me
Now echo loudly in my chest
Questions reverberate.
Hard lessons bestowed on the unsuspecting.
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