Lost

Sometimes;
memories just sneak out
of my eyes and
roll down my cheeks'
putting in my mind!
why losing you became
a bitter wrench?
why this thought is
shattering me inside?
Death Must Be So Beautiful
though!!

(ms.ziafat)

This poem is about: 
Me

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