♡08|03|2022♡
Summer has passed and fall came fast, as cold as thy love for me winter itself would be embarrassed to thee.
Believe me not my love, I have tried to wait for the coldness to fade. But if this is what says the fate, I will no longer wait.
Missing thee is a journey of no definite destination yet I went off with it without a trace of hesitation.
Now I no longer walk nor run, I no longer seek for my missing man.
Truth it is my love, I miss you but you missed me for thee has chosen a life without me.
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Spilled Sentiments (On-Going)
PoetryPoetry is a journey and the poet is its voyager.
