#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
And every person who complete my day...

First pages of the book,
Its an old by look,
Written the painful past,
Here I can make it last

Using the comma to stop,
It start with the top,
Using the period to finish it
I can make it,


The back of the pages,
You and me wrote the edges,
Savoring the time,My heart etched,
Seeing you smile to each

Walking,holding hands with his,
Standing at the back of that tree,
I can't take anymore of this,
Tears flow in the count of three


The book of the past,
Now I can make it last,
By choosing to close
I'm lose...









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