They say, people who are meant to be,
Are tied with a red thread
On their pinkies…
Extending, never ending
So it will never break.
Sometimes you’ll laugh at me,
Because you think I’m being silly,
Looking at my pinky,
And then examining yours;
Hoping in my heart,
To see even the thinnest red thread…
Even if you’ll never know.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
PoetryAn anthology of poems and prose covering an unrequited first love, showing the sweet feeling of naivety, the bitterness of reminiscing the first heartache, and realizations of the fact that an unrequited love, though not a love story is still a stor...
