#Poem 118: Torn Photograph

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Pen, paper and roses
And a torn photograph of us
I packed my bag and left
To travel across the world
I ran to the farthest end
Escaping the memories of you
But every night kept close
The little heart you drew
On the corner of my diary
I wrote poems in
Poems about you
And you being my win
I would trace my steps back
If I could, in an instance
To rejoin the torn photograph
And end this distance
I walked to the farthest end
And it still feels the same
The same ache in my heart
When I read your name.

Hey Everyone! 🌸 It’s been a long time!

I hope you guys are safe. The time is surely darker than we would have imagined, but there’ll be a bright sky soon. Till then, hold onto that little ray of sunshine inside you and keep a warm heart for everyone around you. 💜

Blessed-Be 🌸