The wooden platform and serene darkness facing the lake
We sat back to back, a bottle of wine and our usual cigarettes
How brave, how melancholic we were
It was good while it last
Someone said
Yea it wouldn't have worked
Another chimed
Wish you all the best
Cliche, cliche
I wondered if it was the wine
For my heart felt tight
Cheers,
We are still good friends when daylight came.
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Dusk to Dawn
DragosteNarrative poetry of a bitter sweet romance - much is said in little. Some people's love started sweet Some people's love started tough Some love turns into a fairytale Some love turns into a lesson learnt ~Better to have loved and lost~ Enjoy thi...
