"If we part this time, who knows if we’ll ever meet again—
Maybe in stories that were soon meant to end,
On pages that fate refused to turn.
Like a rose that once blushed in the sun,
Now kissed by the midnight moon—just like my heart,
Still longing for the touch of yesterday."
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 12:27 PM UTC
"If we part this time, who knows if we’ll ever meet again—
Maybe in stories that were soon meant to end,
On pages that fate refused to turn.
Like a rose that once blushed in the sun,
Now kissed by the midnight moon—just like my heart,
Still longing for the touch of yesterday."
Written with molten heart