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Aug 2015
Six years had already passed me by
But our memories still make me cry
The moment you left was indeed sad
I thought, perhaps. I would've gone mad

The sadness may have left me slightly
Though, never completely nor entirely
The thought still makes my heart brittle
Oh, how it hurts to have you just a little

My mind sometimes wanders off to you
Are you doing okay? Are you feeling blue?
Perhaps you're very happy with your flower
Which fills my heart with sounding laughter

At times I can't help but to think negatively
Have you forgotten the glass globe mindlessly?
The bliss in my heart turned into fears
And the sounding laughter became tears

Nothing in the universe will ever be the same
Without your presence that set my heart aflame
No grown-up will ever come to fully understand
How to me, your existence was eminently grand

I was aware that people come and will eventually go
These events in my life had helped me to grow
Though deep inside my heart, I will always wait
For the instance you come back, my dear mate
this is a project for school - a poem adaptation of the novel, the little prince.
Written by
l  19/F/mars.
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