As time flew by with such haste
All those memories, gone without a trace
All of those efforts went to waste
All that was left was an unfinished phrase
No more going back to those times
Where we laughed, cried, and shared this pain
All that is left is this poem of rhymes
With hints of ink stains
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 7:07 AM UTC
As time flew by with such haste
All those memories, gone without a trace
All of those efforts went to waste
All that was left was an unfinished phrase
No more going back to those times
Where we laughed, cried, and shared this pain
All that is left is this poem of rhymes
With hints of ink stains
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