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ForgottenDiety Sep 2016
That moment when
our eyes met,
I knew already
that it will
be last.*

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It's hard to end a relationship that haven't started at all.
ForgottenDiety Aug 2016
Look through your old letters,
Feel the warmth in your duvet covers,
Inhale the smell of autumn air,
Listen to the drops after rain,
Then surely you won't miss me,
For I will not go away.*

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My last request for you.
ForgottenDiety Aug 2016
First six months...
I waited for you to knock.

Twelve years passed...
I saw you at the bench playing.

Eighteen years gone...
You made your way from this town singing.

Twenty years after...
I am still staring from afar while people chase you.

I may be twenty years late,
but believe me it's still you
and it hurts to admit it's true

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A dedication to those who fell in love with famous guys today.
ForgottenDiety Jul 2016
You are my forgotten reverie,
the melody that I keep humming,
the view that I long to stare.
You are the game that I don't want to end,
the book that I love to read at bed.
But most of all, you were the forgotten reverie
For this time, I have you now for real.*

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I will always love Him, no matter what.
ForgottenDiety Jun 2016
Can we just pretend
that we
love each other,
again?
Saddest plead, ever.
ForgottenDiety Jun 2016
It wasn't
a decision,
nor a suggestion.
All I know
is that
when I
first met you
I just want
to say
my sweetest
I do.*

(c) ForgottenDiety
You know that you're in love when your heart doesnt beat as it was.
ForgottenDiety Jun 2016
It started
when a
broken string
in your guitar,
caught my arm
and drew a line.

You mumbled
an apology,
yet we know
that was half a lie.

I pressed a finger,
then I added my palm,
but the pain didn't stop,
and you didn't either.

The white line had
turned to pink
until
red liquid
starts to
squirt.

The hours has passed
and the band
keep playing,
same with my
heart
that left
lamenting.

The long agony
is gone,
so does the red
in the line,
but the mark it left
behind
will stay,
together with
your red guitar
and the bridal
dress
I never get
to wear.*

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A tribute to a friend, whom I will only see in dreams.
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