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For all the things I should tell you, I was left with only one word I can't recall that word, for it was cold that night, we were under a street light, no one was around Just us and the cold breeze Surrounding us was the foreshadowing of the now; A future that is just us cold as your hands when I tried to hold them As you pulled your hands away, so did your promises; promises that made a huge smile on my face, those were just promises as light at paper; that were blown away by the very wind that came out your mouth I'm still here under the same streetlight where you left. A streetlight that keeps on following me around; showing to others what is left of me; a scare, is all I have left of the memories of you A scare that was made by you ripping the smile out of me I keep on going back to that cold night; seeking for answers to just one word with only a scare to remind me of everything. It's all coming back now it keeps getting clearer, the word that I was left with; but with it comes this gut wrenching feeling; the word keeps echoing through my mind why?
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
One word; ONE LAST WORD
For all the things I should tell you, I was left with only one word I can't recall that word, for it was cold that night, we were under a street light, no one was around Just us and the cold breeze Surrounding us was the foreshadowing of the now; A future that is just us cold as your hands when I tried to hold them As you pulled your hands away, so did your promises; promises that made a huge smile on my face, those were just promises as light at paper; that were blown away by the very wind that came out your mouth I'm still here under the same streetlight where you left. A streetlight that keeps on following me around; showing to others what is left of me; a scare, is all I have left of the memories of you A scare that was made by you ripping the smile out of me I keep on going back to that cold night; seeking for answers to just one word with only a scare to remind me of everything. It's all coming back now it keeps getting clearer, the word that I was left with; but with it comes this gut wrenching feeling; the word keeps echoing through my mind why?
a poem that was a challenge for me but not a challenge making
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
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