3 November 2017
Tense in his black shirt
Ring hidden in his pocket
For his light, her Queen
Left knee on the floor
Held her hands, he kissed it both
She wasn't happy
Quickly she let go
Ruined, ne'er he'll love again
Closed and locked heart's door
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PoetryWhere there is coffee, there is poetry. And there are you. #83 IN POETRY | 4 October 2017 Started: 3 September, 2017 Ended: Jan 2018
