Memories
He think and reminisce those memories and smile,and sometimes feel bad, to regret but no, regrets are for the weak,
He stay strong and left the sad occasions to the bottom so they won’t get over he,
His eyes are close and his mind is gone but it’s hard to be him,
He walk round with depression heart, he
Smiles a little, flex with them, everyone thinks he’s fine,
but he isn’t,
But it’s okay,
In life, he’s learning battle that worth fighting and this is one of them.
Wow what a heart of gold and full of silver.
M.G.LUAOR.
Copyright © Luaor Mgule | Year Posted 2023
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