• pratyush_ 111w

    It's me and your memories,
    Strolling through the empty streets.
    It's a pitch dark windy night.
    The breeze seems to bleed my scars again.

    With a slow walking pace,
    I feel your memories shattering me
    I gaze at the moon and feel my eyes wet.
    It reminds me of you.

    Gathering courage, I tell my heart
    "We'll find someone else"
    My shattered heart gives a sigh and says,
    "By leaving the one we really longed for?" I start walking towards my home.
    With my heart bleeding from inside.
    And I lie on the bed with a weary smirk
    Getting ready for another sleepless night.

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    A walk with your memories.

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