And when you happened
all I craved to hear
were the echoes of our love-shay
YOU ARE READING
ANECDOTE • #Wattys2019
PoetryThe soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling...
PART 2 - YOU HAPPENED
And when you happened
all I craved to hear
were the echoes of our love-shay