How did we meet again?
Was it a sunny day or was it a dark night?
Was I too funny or was I rude first?
Was it meant to be or was it just luck?
That we met and got starstruck?
Vision Blur, its you on the memories,
A portrait of yourself, nothing else matters.
I've clicked a thousand pictures,
its you all the same. Unbelievable how distant we've become, impossible now to go from where we begun.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryWords that are not spoken. Some by choice, some by Life and some by you.
