A WRECKED STORY
The girl isn't with me anymore.
Who loved me all the time with adore.
Yes She!
The wrecked chapter of me.
I know she doesn't pick the call of me.
No, she isn't free anymore, for me.
The sky still sings the song of dreary
As if it's us, singing the song of pre.
Now the letters are all torn up.
I am also tired to fix the broken cup.
I know one day she'll scream my name,
When I'll lose the gamble of my love-game.
For sure the Girl will respect my absence someday.
Then she'll cry in the sake of sorry.
But, my Love I won't reply on your say.
'cause I'll end the chapter with a wrecked story.
YOU ARE READING
HOPES
Poetrysometimes, only hopes can bring the happiness which you were looking for........
