I see some cracks in the rock and I don't like it
Then again the rock has been cracking for a while now
It is too late to fix it as you have left me in this state
Things fell apart and I still don't understand how
We were committed until I felt like we were no more
I want to put our past together in the back of my mind
Until it is completely gone in the dead air
If you want to forget about it too that would be fine
It is a lost echo that is been out of tune
You'll probably meet someone else real soon
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Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy. I also appreciate tips, and would like my stories should be noticed.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about 21 hours ago in Petlife
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This sounds like a 'Dear Jane' letter. A way of saying goodbye without saying goodbye. Good job.
Aww so sad 😢💔