A drop fell on my cheek
Awoke me
She gazed into my eyes
Beseeched me
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Memories unfading…
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She parted her lips
Called me
When i was at her side
Caressed me
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Memories alluring…
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She held my hand
Trusted me
She led the way
Guided me
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Memories endearing…
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She let go of my love
Scared me
She never came back again
Ignored me
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Memories paining…
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For her was my life
It still is
Never shall I forget
That last blissful kiss
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.