The Poem I Never Meant To Write... ❤️‍

[vega]

I kept telling myself
That I shouldn't think about you...
That your memories
Should never find me again..

So I left everything behind...

Maybe if we have never talked
About C4 that day..
Your memories
Wouldn't have found me again
Yesterday...

Yet everytime
I try to forget you...
You find your way back
Through my poems..

Tedd...




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[Honey bunch]

I kept telling myself
That I shouldn't think about you...
That your memories
Should never find me again..

So I left everything behind...

Maybe if we have never talked
About C4 that day..
Your memories
Wouldn't have found me again
Yesterday...

Yet everytime
I try to forget you...
You find your way back
Through my poems..

Tedd...




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The Poem I Never Meant To Write.

Apram yen yezhuthuneenga

 

[Honey bunch]

I kept telling myself
That I shouldn't think about you...
That your memories
Should never find me again..

So I left everything behind...

Maybe if we have never talked
About C4 that day..
Your memories
Wouldn't have found me again
Yesterday...

Yet everytime
I try to forget you...
You find your way back
Through my poems..

Tedd...




​

Some people don’t just stay in memories… they find a way into the words we never meant to write.​

 

[Petr0maX]

 

[vega]

Some people don’t just stay in memories… they find a way into the words we never meant to write.​

I think some people stay with us in strange ways…
even after we stop thinking about them, they somehow still find their way into the words we write...

 

[vega]

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Naane thedittu daan iruken

 

[Honey bunch]

I think some people stay with us in strange ways…
even after we stop thinking about them, they somehow still find their way into the words we write...

It's true dear

 

[vega]

@Petr0maX illu en Evalo shock

 

[Honey bunch]

Naane thedittu daan iruken

Yengae tholaicheenga @vega

 

[Petr0maX]

 

[vega]

Yengae tholaicheenga @vega

Ennakum adhu Theriyala....

 

[Soul Hacker]

Maybe some people are never meant to be forgotten...
They hide between unfinished verses,
waiting for a single word
to become a poem again.