There would be a day,when
All of it would be,meaningless...
The words you had saved,for
A tomorrow,that wasn't there...
The story in your crumpled pages
No one would hear again...
The one dream,you wanted to gift,would
Never wake,off a night's sleep...
The desire would still be there,but
I would be gone.....
All of it would be,meaningless...
The words you had saved,for
A tomorrow,that wasn't there...
The story in your crumpled pages
No one would hear again...
The one dream,you wanted to gift,would
Never wake,off a night's sleep...
The desire would still be there,but
I would be gone.....
nice poetry..really suggests a day should be lived fully.
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