Walking to the stippy pathway,
Thinking about what to say.
Now that we've crossed paths,
But there were no slots.
Trying hard to cross,
When I will be lost.
Running as fast as I can,
'Till I meet you again.
The bridge that connects us,
Later, transformed into a dust.
It became a falling bridge,
That went into a small fridge.
It's really bone-chilling inside,
Now that the ice is at my side.
Trying so hard to hide,
From the memories you left behind.
The heaven's brought us together,
But we're not destined for each other.
In the end, you remained as a memento;
And I was later replaced by just a fellow.
➖➖➖MOON WRIGHTS➖➖➖
YOU ARE READING
Her Poetry
PoetryA book full of poems. Its components filled in with different morals and lessons. It talks about LIFE and LOVE. Life is neither negative nor positive, just neutral. Same goes as with love; neither cold nor hot, just warm. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Words inside this...
