You are the memory of every sip
Of my soup-savour, with an—
amazing ingredients of love and
Nostalgia and Bittersweet that
Caught my sight.
You are the rest of my lifeline,
my nerves through my brain—
You are the one who embolden
Me a lot, while others are trying
To Daunt me.
You are the wave that clout me—
So Hard as I can't contend the concussion of the clear blue water
You are the bowl that catches my
Tempt.
YOU ARE READING
That Night Melody(On Going)
PoetryMyself is such a misery I Hate loving both sides I love the things- That makes me feel so Happy and satisfied In the night full of Broken melodies.
