Darling dearest
The love of my life
The sole to my shoes
The wrong gone spice
You were absolutely wonderful
An adventure to see
But like every other times,
It was the end of our story
It was an absolute pleasure
And I loved the time we had
But dearest oh dearest
You became just a rotten twad
And so every time we pass
And have all the awkward glances
I thank you to be one more of
My bad experiences.
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My Escapade..
PoetryJust a random Indian girl penning down her thoughts. Do leave a comment with your reviews.
