Clouds outside your bed,
Their shades grew again,
You've been gone for long,
We're back to square one,
The square is now none.
Are we long far gone?
You had to go with time,
I ran out of mine,
I had no more rhyme,
Going out of my mind.
These blank pages,
Intertwined ,
Let this be signs,
Of the us we sighs,
Is the us of demise.
2 comments:
first time here, somehow i love ur poem, nice one~
thanks, but I have been winding my mind for a couple of weeks, writers block, can't seem to find the rhythm to write, check out my other poems as well if you like, thanks again.
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