Dripping wine on a cold snow


Was I wrong

Was it my fault 

I think I dont know

Nothing at all

You could  have said 

 The Things we wrecked 

But it all felt same

 From Heaven to hell

Yeah I miss you


Miss our time 

Oh yes

But what can i say


It's past midnight 

  • Author: arial (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 19th, 2023 15:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: The name ..it came out from a dimension.. I didn't bothered to know....
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  • Thomas W Case


    • arial

      Thankyou for your constant reviewing of my humble words

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