Diary Poetry

THE OLD GOOD TIMES

Ah! The old good times
Where I was with you
And you were with me
Being in each other’s arms..

I wish..
We could prolong that venture of-
Embraces and pecks
Or wish it could be permanent
Instead of-
Rejuvenating me
And then suddenly dropping me besides.

 

I miss you
Our cuddles
Our comfy conversations..

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