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

Anytime

 

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.

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Picture taken with Canon 1100D

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

The mind of a frantic poet. The ambition of an entrepreneur. And lastly, the heart of an old soul.

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