A Lonely Way Of Life
An year ends,
An year comes,
Say goodbye to my friends,
As if I won't come,
Into this world again.
I still remember when,
You used to say,
That you're going away,
But you didn't say when.
Day by day I thought,
You would come to say,
What you wanted to say,
But you were caught,
Seeing me that day.
When I arrived here,
Right where we first met,
I realized that,
You're no longer here.
Now I'm standing here,
Thinking you're by my side,
For I am here,
By your side.
I would never forget the day we first met,
And the day we were separated...
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A/N : There you go. Another poem... Hehehe... :D
All The Best and...
Roger and Out... :D
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