July 16, E:7

 

And this smaller one too. Give me geniune thoughts of them. Thank-you.

You were writing a poem on me,
I was writing a novel on us.
You showed me half of the poem,
I wanted to show a completed work.
You left the poem, leaving it unfinished,
I have completed the novel, but
nothing is left which I can call 'Us'.

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