It was in fact the last goodbye.
A cold December night,
Under the starry sky;
Holding your hand for the very last time...
And,
There we were,
Face to face;
Staring at the eyes of the loved and the cheated!
-LomlomMizo
YOU ARE READING
Her Melancholic Reverie
PoetryIf you're here to read something profound, i can assure you you'd be disappointed! These are just tales, a terribly tiny tales at that; written by an imperfect creation, walking on earth hiding her true feelings with humor as a shield! I hope you en...
