I loathe(hate) this poem with a passion...
However, if you think differently or find potential, I'd really appreciate
suggestions/comments.
Somewhere back in the past,
I remember that I met you.
I remember meeting you,
But I’m not sure you met me.
I almost felt our souls connect,
Like we were destined.
But they never did join,
You were blocking my entrance.
I’m like an outlaw,
Walking on the outskirts of town,
Looking for you and searching,
Still, I can’t find you.
I walk by the library daily,
Where I was sure I could find you.
I lean against the pharmacy wall,
Waiting for you to come out.
I traveled to the allies,
Infested with rats and the lifeless.
Still, I find nothing,
Not even a trail of your path.
I’ve run out of places to look,
I start to forget what you even look like.
But never will I neglect the way it felt,
When your fire burnt me to ashes.
Nothing’s going to bring back the time when we met.
Nothing’s going to make us together again.
Never again will your brown eyes meet my own.
Even though it was just that one time,
The fire still burns.
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