Its the end.
The rose we held rot,
The rainbows we saw hid from us,
The bright sun that kept us happy became thunderstorms.
The colourful painting we painted was unfinished,
Left with spots of white,
Cold was the night when it rained,
Colours washed, straight into the drain,
Now the drawing was faded,
Old, useless,
But only a memorable painting,
We used to be stars,
But now we're just as rare as an eclipse.
Same goes to us.
YOU ARE READING
Little did i know
شِعرLittle did i know is a lil poem, poetry, thoughts, sayings about how life is like. Its just a rollercoaster ride :D Your happiness and sadness friend [ dont judge a book by its viewers ]
