Every twist and turns, and temporary burn that we have is burning in our past. It is a life we had but can't get back. It is our reality before Time decided to leave us. So we chase it down and forget the moments passing by. All the faces we've seen and places we've been. It is burning with our previous selves. But what we had is irreplaceable, it can never be relived and relieved. No matter how much we want to have it back, we can only watch it in our heads. We can only sit back and watch as our lives replay. And we can only hope to change that with a thought. All the unsaid words and unmade plans. All the chances and opportunities that passed us by, were glued to regret and a painful 'what could be'.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
