Where do we go,
When you leave,
And depart away,
Leave me deserted,
Gnashing my teeth,
Catching my breath,
Panting to get a gasp,
Your divine self,
Shall leave not my thoughts,
And the dazzling sight of you,
With me shall abide forever.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
