Lover of Words

Thirteen

27.5.18

Eighteenth

It was her dream come true

Cliché it seems, but it's always you

You're the only one she sees

with you,

she wish for the time to freeze

Your smile completes her,

Your eyes reflects her--

her dreams, her future

How unfortunate,

for the one she love

didn't feel the same

It demands acceptance

but atleast,

you were her last dance

Now that the show is over,

and once again you left her

You know she'll wait for you

and never leave without your cue

Roses may fade,

letters may lose their shades

Still, her memory resembles you

that way she could always smile

the way you once made her to