You are the ice cream in my winter,
you are the warm sweater in my summer,
you are the water in my oil,
you are the hot soup by which I have burned my mouth with,
oh baby,
you are just not meant for me,
unfortunately.
YOU ARE READING
The Revival [Poetry] [Completed]
PoetryACCOMPLISHMENTS -> Winner of 'The Fiction Awards 2020' for the category 'Best Emerging Talent'. PUBLISHED ON -> 2 March 2019 BOOK STATUS -> Completed ¶¶Away, beyond all the concepts of wrong doing and right doing, there's a sacred field only meant f...
73. Unfortunately.
You are the ice cream in my winter,
you are the warm sweater in my summer,
you are the water in my oil,
you are the hot soup by which I have burned my mouth with,
oh baby,
you are just not meant for me,
unfortunately.