April 14, 2021
Poems

Change

11 November 2020

By #YAW

I was somebody when you hold me tight.
The music inside my heart
made the whole world stop
while looking at you who was staring at me.

Then you needed a space of your own.
All the red roses lying on the floor are dying and yet you don’t care
Now, I am nobody for no reason.

When people change,
memories keep hunting us like nightmares.
Yep, you’ve changed.#

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