These days I walk around in a foggy cloudy haze and yet it is a beautiful sunny day.
A piece of me, missing and far away.
Lost but never forgotten happily given away.
The memory of those days I carry with me every day even in this daze.
my attempt at being poetic...
Just some random thoughts...(no I am not crazy or psycho at least not yet)
What does it mean? you tell me.
A piece of me, missing and far away.
Lost but never forgotten happily given away.
The memory of those days I carry with me every day even in this daze.
my attempt at being poetic...
Just some random thoughts...(no I am not crazy or psycho at least not yet)
What does it mean? you tell me.
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elliott:
coz it's a part of history! 
eroticgeek:
I hope you do not mind a random friend request. I happened to like what you considered an attempt of being poetic. Expressing emotions with words in any form is poetic. I thought it was hauntingly beautiful and indeed something I would consider poetic. I hope you had a great weekend. 