We sat on the floor
and drank to your success
I'll always wish for you
all the best
I wanted you to be happy
even if the one beside you
will never be me
I guess this is how life goes
You were the one who watered me,
kept me under a glass
and called me,
your rose
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
