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Lalit Kumar Feb 25
He walks alone, tracing the places where her footsteps once lingered. The city feels borderless, an empty world where her laughter once echoed. The silence is deafening, the nights long, the pain deep.

He finds himself writing her into his poetry, his art. But she is no longer there to read it.

Time passes, and yet, she stays—an unfinished note in his heart, a whisper in the wind.

Somewhere in another city, she feels it too. But love is cruel, and fate never promises a second chance.

They were never meant to last—only to leave a mark on each other’s soul, an ache in the rains of time.
She left, but her echoes stayed. Some stories don’t end; they just fade into the silence.
Britney Lyn Dec 2016
The roses that he gave me are now wilted and dead.
Like the memories of how we used to be together.
The words that he spoke of, I love you is what he said.
He promised me he would be here till the end, forever.

Farewell my angel, a kiss goodbye, went on his way.
He lay in bed that night and thought of what he would do.
That was the last time she saw him, it still hurts this day.
Walls tainted with blood, the reason not even a clue.

Dressed in black, a pale white face; tears streaming like a river.
This is my fault, repeating in her head, the words true.
She speaks her words and looks her last, she tries not to quiver.
The images in her head swirling around like new.

I lost a friend that night, I miss him too much to say.
I love him, he stole my heart, one day I’ll be okay.


Dedicated to Drew

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