I remember,
We were at your house.
When I had to leave.,
I turned to look at the clock,
It was about eight
And thought to myself 'I'm late.'
But you smiled this grin,
This crooked grin,
And lied,' The clock must be broken.'
So, that I didn't have to go.
But, Darling,
Didn't you know?
I never would have left anyway.
YOU ARE READING
All For You.
Poetry*First Place Winner in Poetry - The Quill Awards* ❝All the tears, All the sleepless nights. All the 2 a.m. poetry, All the brilliant lights. All the second guessing, All the wrongs and rights. It is all for ...
