How pathetic it is! to search for my lover,
In every passing stranger
Maybe in the streets,
Maybe in the stalls,
Maybe under the bridges,
Maybe in the passing bus,
Just so to warm the place in my heart,
which I've failed to keep.
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POEMS
PoetryJust some random scribbles :) *Poems written from past, present, and further days to come. *Poem journaling.
