Old Times Poem by Bilal Khoukhi
Old Times
Old times
Yesterday sure feels like old times
We were lovers, we were good friends
I laughed at her jokes and witty puns
I love her shyness, she was my lioness
Without resentment, we fought and cried
We made out in our fine imaginary sense
Forgot what's bad, it became old times
What is real, and what is simply lies
Losing my mind, asking the questions
With no answers. My heart toughens
But never towards her
yeah its hard when we lose someone and something that we really not mean to do, yet it happens and well no we cant get it back..past will always distance us more as future time keep pulling us ahead...the gap become broader..but as long as memory stay we will always able to embrace and feel it, but with a cost...a pain, it worth though to keep all memories from left behind! .
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5/4/2024 5:36:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Fine imaginary sense..... a big 10+++++++