Bygones Poem by 0s1 Silver

Bygones



You kept my most precious.
And I wanted it back.
But I don't want to see you.
So I try not to care.
We met, awkward and tense.
We exchange simple words,
And you return it back.
Finally, we break, its no longer there.
Past becomes memory, present forgotten and spared.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: hope,love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Young Heart 09 September 2015

Nice poem... but y hope?

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0s1 Silver 09 September 2015

Title changed.

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