Sometimes, I ponder, we're second to none,
Our smiles will bloom, I'll be your spring's sun.
Thankful yet sorry, emotions on display,
I fear taking for granted, so don't fade away.
With you, I smile, with you, I cry,
Together, we'll conquer, no need to say goodbye.
Through thick and thin, our love will survive,
Our smiles will flourish as long as we're alive.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
Thơ caAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
