I always thought we’d find our way back together, somehow, sometime, someplace. And we did. But we were older and we had changed.
You had made me cold.
You left. You were always good at walking away.
You did not look back this time.
You should have told me that you wanted to fight.
you write lovely, you beautiful lady!
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Aw thank you Srijan!
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i love your romantic poems! read them a few times and will read again!
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