Felt Your Presence AT Night,
Flew Away Like Dust;
Letters Were Burnt, Which Seemed Strange;
Your Voice I can't Hear,
There's A Knock on the Door;
A Rope Hanging on the Fan;
Felt Your Presence AT Night
Music Saves From the Chaos;
The Rope Got Tight;
The Presence Dwindled
Clouds Cried, but not for us.
- Author: faizan ( Offline)
- Published: February 14th, 2023 17:15
- Category: Sad
- Views: 7
Comments1
I'm a rookie... I'm not really good at poems.
Do you believe a little self deprecation will be endearing?
So what do you hope to achieve by being here?
I'm really curious....
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