By Vrunda Sakure
I would like to be a poem for once,
Thinking this I wrote one for you
But forgot you weren’t me.
The most cherishing soul I ever met
Was also the most ungrateful one.
I gave you the best of my heart
Thinking you were the admirer of art.
You made me laugh in the world,
I feared to smile in
I don’t want your sweet memory to turn in a bad dream
I used to live in my own fantasy world,
While you loved the world outside more,
Saying that is more beautiful and realist.
Off course,
Cause if this would be a fantasy you did be here by now.
By Vrunda Sakure
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