You promised to take me on an adventure that was waiting in the concrete jungle.
We walked down rows of tall structures standing side by side. Bright lights flickered in the darkness of our path that we strolled on.
"Have you ever wondered what is on the other side of a black hole? I mean there must be an end if there is a start, right?"
I smiled; I missed that. If you were the reason for starting my heart beats, then I don't want you to have an end in my story.
Max, out of the countless twinkles that passed through my vision, you shined the brightest.
YOU ARE READING
Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
