night in a room,
staring at a saddle roof
a race between watering eyes and a shower,
a ********* can just show her glower
life is all about changes,
she is left with just revenges
floor is wet with dew,
she've failed because of a beau
darkness is standing in a queue,
feelng like truth was never true
book in hand,
pages fold
with every page things get old
eyes are glued on memories,
every page is speaking its story
little girl is dancing in a ball room,
with dulcet tones her hearth get bloom
a bed lamp bight to sunset,
and a ball gown turns to gorgette
alas!
it was just a play of woolgather,
still those memories ***** me up as a needle
a little princess is dying,
she've forgotten flying
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC