Our love was a Sunday fading into a Monday
We both knew it was never meant to stay
yet we sunk ourselves in it
to enjoy the night to the very last bit
because we knew we could never let go
without knowing what would’ve happened
STAI LEGGENDO
honeysuckle evenings.
Poesiaa short collection of scattered imagination verbalised into words. a love story in different parts. ©️ all poems belong to me. - cover: honeysuckle illustration from vectorstock - i do not own any of the pictures in this book. HIGHEST RANKS ...
