THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

  Don't go to the morrows,  I haven't had enough of you For all my love that I contained  for the past years was just released.  And when I see you leave,  I don't know what to do with all the love,  I don't know how to complete our broken conversations.  I told myself it was just a bad dream,  Only it is not.  People said we were too good together and our smiles synced And we seemed to be in Paradise of love.  So don't go to the morrows,  If we stick together,  We can create a better symphony,  we can be each other's muses,  where you can paint me While I write about you.  And now that I think of it,  It has always been you in my poems,  Several people asked me 'who are you? I told them you are everyone,  Everyone and everything that loved me,  But they were not convinced.  They want 'the one' I can't give them 'the one' when there is no 'one'.  That's when you decided to go,  Leave my thoughts alone.  But don't go to the

  When you see me again,  Let us talk about the things we enjoyed.  Like the movie we watched in  which the man never found true love,  But where the woman cried a lot Over her loneliness,  And you told she resembles me,  her pale features were like mine,  Adding beauty to my smile.  And this being the only thing That we enjoyed,  I may not know what to talk about next.  Just as you left in the middle of our picnic last month,  I kept staring at the untouched sandwich that I made for you,  And when I made peace with your plans,  You kept changing my playlist,  telling me I should be mature.  You brought things that my cat found amusing,  And told me to get rid of her,  But instead, I burnt your things,  Amusing her again.  You hated my makeup and told me I Looked lovely without it,  So I darkened my Lip shade,  Cropped and colored my hair.  You told me to eat more because  I'm too skinny for your features,  So the next day,  I told you to stop eating to look like me.  And yesterday