Sweet ballad in thine ears,
Meadows scented in my sinuses,
'Twas two-fold and twain years,
History lustly gallore,thereof
Therein I was,
But nay!
Woeful,
Therewith ye saw your picture,
A sight unwarranted,
What had turned of ye?
Smothered,is what once was,
Look what thou bring'st me?
Look what intercepted?
Now a heart scattered from once an unfettered love.
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*
