I don’t want to look back,
Yet I can’t help but ponder.
The memories safely stacked,
Now come alive, as I loiter.
The first ever poem I wrote,
Was a sincere ode to you.
I had hoped beyond hope,
Alas, I was merely a fool.
The true meaning of trust,
Was a lesson you taught me.
In my head I had pictured us,
Should to shoulder eternally.
I called you a friend, so true,
Yet you showed me betrayal.
Leaving me alone in the blue,
Where nothing seemed real.
-Nameera.
Poignant, very well penned.
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Thank you so much!!
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Wow, the photo is so cool! :O
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I know right!!
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Yeah! Where did you get that from?
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Pinterest
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Wow, how have they done that? owo
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It must be an edit. I was looking for some aesthetic photos actually. This one definitely caught my eyes.
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Yeah! Good choice!
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Well written 😊
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I’m glad you like it (:
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😊
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Well penned Nameera 😊
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Thanks a lot!
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Welcome 😇✨
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