She dances and twirles to the music,
Along with him; Hand in hand,
They choose Eyes over words,
Heartbeats resonating high,
It was just her and him.
Every time she'd do this in february,
Everything else came to a stop;
Untill she opened her eyes and realized
He's no more.
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Poetry[Highest rating :- #50] "His sweet succulent scent was so deeply sunken in my skin, Like the ink of poems absorbed by the pale paper. " ................................................... A collection of Random self-written poems, Both short and lo...
