Poetry [I've Given Up]

Poetry [I've Given Up]
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I look up at the stars,
Are you thinking of me,
Like I'm thinking of you?

I look down on the ground,
Pluck up that blade of grass,
And release it,
Allowing it to fly away with the wind.

I rest my head against the soft ground,
And I know I've given up,
I was a fool,
And all I can do,
Is hope you remember me...
Like I remember you.