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Unicus: Memories of Us; Remembered by Me

Author: Dryst_Nyx
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Some things you just don't forget even though you wish you could. That is the memories kept in our minds; memories that don't leave us no matter what; and I wished it will really not. Memories made by me with all the people I spent my days. Though I don't know if it will last forever, I hoped that these people will cherish our memories as well. -------------------------------------------------------------------- This is not a novel but a compilation of all the poems I've created. Hope you'll like it. -love ella-

Chapter 1Memoir of one-sided

Through the depths of fathomable thoughts

Through the extendible unravished mind's oath

I continuously dream without loath

I'm still willing to wait even with useless troth

Sayin' this is rather more than a pathetic move

Already less considered to foolishly groove

Can't find a way back to where once I reckon is glee

Until this day when everythings seems painfully flee

Reminise past memories

With you, no worries

Yet I forgot all is fantasy

And forever be my fancy

Shall I regard you a damn vile

Being played by you, I'm in exile

Or shall I regard myself a fatuous lassie

To submit to you, I'm a noble brassy

Funny thinking I'm in a mess

My world of loving you, be my guess

Hell this rationality of irony

Crude judgement of false ivory

Love is extreme without reasonability

Two people involve in balance harmony

Yet in one-side feeling it's indeed pitiful

Breaking a firm passion can be as regretful

No one says I should crazily continue

All is believably true behind a dull hue

Even the world says I should have a break in a verse

Like having nightmare that I myself is forever curse

Enough is enough for a dreamer

Not to put an act I'll be a dumb pursuer

But I'm afraid everythings gone in grief

One mistake will assure my grave of drift

I almost forgot, he loves her not me

Is it just me or does he feels the same I plea

Can you blame me for being lost?

Neither way I'm still his ghost.

You may think I'm stupid, pathetic whatever you pleased

If both feelings are mutual you're indeed blessed in bliss

If not, you're not in place to think either things

Just see yourself what my heart truly rings

Now tell me the right thing to do

Shall I stop or continue to pursue

Talking is easy than doing

I may overlook what's awaiting

Seeking is rather harder than waiting

Stoping is rather pathetic than pursuing

For one must continue despite all things

For one must strive at all cost it sings

One that is jailed by love is always a loser

For she's ready to give up all that matters

She do commit no sins

Even one-sided that trills

This is how the world gives it's blessings

Even not all fetch for lack of wings

Or even one says its indeed unfair

Its just how our world do its dare

Look deeper for it cannot cater everyone's care

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