On a bright sunny day,
I hear a guitar play,
I remember the day,
When I asked you to stay.
But you had to go your own way,
The games that your mind play,
Leaves none a word to say.
On the hard floor as I lay,
Your name is what I bay.
I know my world is now gray,
But hey,
I'm still in hope of the coming day,
When my beloved will walk my way,
Offering his heart on a tray,
Vowing he will stay!
And I'd be like "yay!!!"
- borntowinash
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Poetry"Only moths can understand the pleasure of burning in the flame" (Started:- 24 - January - 2019) (Completed:- 22 - March - 2019)