Let’s Start Over Again

Lets Start Over Again short poem

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Yet another day without your smile…
Don’t do this to me, wait for a while…

Listen I miss you I can’t say this expressly…
I didn’t mean things to turn out this way, so ugly…

Don’t leave me in lurch, my world is all dark without you…
I don’t wanna go back to whatever we came through…

Can’t we leave it behind, can’t we let it go?
Don’t want to get used to, living in your afterglow …

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Writing is one way for me to escape from the real world and express what I truly feel. I have been writing since a long time. It helps me to vent out everything that I hide inside of me in rhyming rhythm..
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