Our eyes could've met,
then it wouldn't be such a regret.
To see another cliche,
us two, departing from different bays.
I stubbornly tried to fight it,
call your name while I slept.
YOU ARE READING
Skyless constellations
Poetrya compilation of anything; the things that my mind and pen nudges me to put into paper. read if you have time to spare
