Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2018
Sometime,
we missed a day
that never came
We cried for a fight
that we’d never had
Dreamed for a love
that never happened
Smell  a dress
that she had never wear.
Feel those lips
Those were never touched.
Sense a known wishper
that never heard.
Yes,
We weave millions dreams
and believed.
Which are made up of
beautiful lie.
Sudipta Maity
Written by
Sudipta Maity  27/M/India
(27/M/India)   
220
   JL Smith
Please log in to view and add comments on poems