The dustbin looks awfully decorated,
With my heart and all its contents.
I wonder if I'll ever be able to feel again,
After the excruciating, heartbreaking events.
I wonder if I'll be able to get back,
The useless time that I spent.
In chasing dreams which were hopeless,
And not giving my hundred percent.
Well, things do come and go,
But remembrance is forever.
Forgetting is a perpetual process,
And I will always remember.
I will always remember the date,
The year, the month, the hour.
When it all started crashing down,
And my life did sour.
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Harmony - A Collection of Poems
Poetryhello! this is just a place where I randomly post poems which I have authored. the poems' topic may range from anything, from being sad to happy to melancholy to lonely, everything. I hope you enjoy!
