Last poem
I can't write you anymore poems.
No more butterflies flying.
No more of that itch,
To talk to you, to be close to you.
Perhaps this was long overdue.
I hope it ends here,
Before we fight like street dogs,
And scratch each other and bleed.
Before we brawl and prowl on the floor,
And cant look in the eye anymore.
I will miss you, no doubt.
Wondering what could've been,
Crying over spilt milk.
Waste my days on wishful thoughts.
Lamenting our loss.
But I'll never forget how special it was.
That cute laugh of yours,
How it felt to hold your hand,
How pretty Gulmohar Marg was. With you.
And I hope you don't too.
I bid goodbye to our love,
With this last poem. From me to you.
Don’t get me wrong, we're not through.
I hope we stay in touch,
I will miss you very much.
Posted May 27, 2022, 4:45 AM UTC