Memory
Those days
those nights,
Where lack
comes over me,
When troubled thoughts
don't disappear,
I regret our story,
As lonely in my life
as in the night,
I try to forget
your memory.
those nights,
Where lack
comes over me,
When troubled thoughts
don't disappear,
I regret our story,
As lonely in my life
as in the night,
I try to forget
your memory.
This Poems Story
This poem is about nostalgia and memories.
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