Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2017
They said it was normal,
Another said it was tragic,
Hearsays and whispers,
Filled with bad endings,
His trembling figure,
Her hopeless stance,
Yet everyone has a say,
In this private dance.
People always has a say about everything. I hate it.
Written by
HM  Universe
(Universe)   
  414
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems