Your name is written around my wrist,
The love that I would risk,
The voice that I truly miss,
The lips that I couldn't kiss.
It is the end, or is it the new beginning?
You broke my heart when it is still mending.
You left me nowhere waiting,
The story is over, but I am still writing.
Hoping to give it another chance,
Turning the music on again for us to dance.
Let's just forget the past,
Hoping that our love would last.
YOU ARE READING
elegies: from the diary
شِعرI turned my diary into a bunch of poetry-a set of poetry and songs for the person who was important to me. Sometimes in life, we meet a person who would re-write our future and include them in it. A perfectly well-done story that you both are writin...
