Maybe, my love,
We'll meet once again
In our broken bridge
Where it all began
It just so funny
It took two grown up people
To find love once again
After their both worlds crumble
So maybe, my love,
We'll meet once again
In the bridge, we call ours
And there will be no end
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
