Standing at my door
He knocked a hundred times
His voice resembled a roar
And it listed my crimes
He was drunk,
Pale and broken
And then,he sunk
Picked up the token
The token he gave to me
And said
"I am sorry"
I took him to bed
And cooled him off
This was the turn
I won't turn him off,
Not another day,let him burn
I'll say yes
If he asks tomorrow
I'll end as a mess
If he forgets me tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
The Journey of Love
PoetryIt is a collection of poems telling a love story.The story of triumph over destiny.The story of true love and empathy.The story of a broken heart.And the story of us.
