I don't think if I've changed;
So , is it me or is it him ?
Somewhere on the way,
Our symphony slipped away like sand.....
And when our abode caught fire ;
Hesitation somehow fumed and vanished ,
We both added gasoline .
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Poems Of An Introvert //Poetry//
PoesíaGone with the dawn Here my thoughts are layed upon Tales, hidden scares, also disguised happiness Crying out loud cries of souls quitely lying latent ..... Please show ur ❣and support....❤🤗 I'll be writing more cause , As quoted by Robert Frost, ...
