Stopping by woods in a memory lane

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

A lover's breakup story in a lirical way, like poetry hub

Submitted: September 16, 2017

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Submitted: September 16, 2017



Once we walk together show do our shadow

Now I walk like a lonely widow

Now I talk, I jump, I cry, I laugh

You know I am shy, but at last, I bluff.

You remember when we lay staring at sky

dreams were same, dreams were high

But your cars were more than stars

I could not interrupt probably that was the curse.

We talk often meaningless but by our heart

Sometimes I got hurt but try to be over smart.

We plan to have a sweet home

having our honeymoon in Rome,

but I didn't know, you typed matrimonial sites in chrome.

When you came to me to break our relationship up,

I was breaking a chocolate mould, whose smell was bold.

I gulp that as a whole didn't get any smell

because I was feeling like an empty-nut-shell.

When you bid me goodbye, at last, I didn't say much

there was nothing even to say as such.

Tried to be violent, but left everything silent.

Now you came back; you say you love, you dare

but alas!! now I really don't care.


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