You are my spring, just letting the blooming buds
in a blink, go from zero to tumbeling flowers.
I wonder if you are going to remember me,
next time you see the sunset,
if you remember that girl who used
you love them, and yell to the world
"look, look, what a beautiful sunset".
Would you look back back to happy moments,
and noticed they are gone for ever.
I was waiting for someone to wake up,
and you did, to a different world,
or war, PTSD and hate,
of lies, corruption and fallacies.
Now I am awake.
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