Our story was short,
But it was filled with bliss.
I’m grateful to you for,
Giving me peace.
You held my hand,
I held yours too.
We were floating in air,
But we never flew.
As the last chapter ends,
As I put the pen down,
I thought of you —
In your laugh and smiles, I drown.
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
Our story was short,
But it was filled with bliss.
I’m grateful to you for,
Giving me peace.
You held my hand,
I held yours too.
We were floating in air,
But we never flew.
As the last chapter ends,
As I put the pen down,
I thought of you —
In your laugh and smiles, I drown.
- B, 09-23-20, 01:45
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