There was you,
There was I,
There was a perfect setting,
The air smelt of emotions and roses,
A fresh page was waiting to be written,
We both had one pen each,
But then you suddenly threw your pen away,
And I continued to bleed poems on the pages.
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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...
