We turned the page
We burned the book
But the memoirs of hearts
Couldn't be let off the hook
Writing love letters in the clouds
Watching them fade away
But when it rained
We tasted them on our lips
On a cold rainy day
Chasing the moon
And it ran faster
Just like your heart
When I thought I was close
I found myself, where
I had started the walk
Cold feet and slippery road
When the lights go out
You'd still remainThe one
my heart would always chose
YOU ARE READING
Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
