A Wonderment night, I thought!
He wore the tuxedo
and I wore my dress.
We both were in black.
Moonlight, firelight ,gleam, and blinkers were all shining up the place.
Some cold breezes were swaying my black dress as I was swaying my body with his.
The night gets darker, music gets louder, and I see the beach waves while I'm standing far from the balcony.
I couldn't make up my mind of whether to keep dancing, or run out there in silence.
Here, where the story starts of a girl in black who lost her gentle man too soon.
- 𝐒𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈. 🌻
YOU ARE READING
She writes // Not So Secret Diary.
شِعرList of poems ✨ People would think they're just separated letters and we collect them to form words and sentences,they have no idea that we bleed on papers to take out the pain out of our souls. - 𝐒𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈. 🌻
