He said,


“let me hold you

One last time

For your tallest troubles

I would climb


If leaving you

Was a crime,

I would kill for you



Don’t forget me dear

All the moments

we endlessly shared,

Yet ending.


Maybe one last time,

Let me hold you,

Until the end,

We could do this again.”


If only he knew,

They could no longer

be friends.


Picture taken with Canon 1100D

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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