(breakfast after lunch)
breakfast consists of your
love, affection and care,
but I had eaten your
lunch, which consists of
black eyes, bruising and broken wrists.
But, this was my last
breakfast, lunch and dinner
with you.
YOU ARE READING
poems.
Poetrythis is a collection of poems written by me. to take any of the following poems contact me through wattpad or instagram. instagram: @lilshori
