When we were still kids,
we are often beguiled in;
magical wands, pixies
dwarfs and goblins,
I was lost and lured
by those magical narratives,
just like us—
we were drowned
by our own tale,
got in loved, but
became each other's
'𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆'
a belief that we can
keep for a lifetime.
YOU ARE READING
Blued Lines
PoetryTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
