You and me
a couple,
me
you
seperate individuals
a gap.
The fragile glass of wine
a bigger space
time factor
a random race
and the a seperation.
You...free
me...free
you, a recluse
I, a recluse
friends comfort
party, drinks, smoke in the air
jargons of thoughts.
You found a way
I too found a way
the end of the story
roads never meet.
You die
I die
hopefully both in Heaven
and we meet.
Thundesr, lightnings
now the question is
are we going to fall for it again?
angels are confused
so are we
However,dear Lord wants
some PEACE.
3 comments:
I liked the one before better frankly...this one seems very impulsive & spur of the moment :( but loved the one before this
true rina...it was written in a hasty manner. I appreciate your comment
reminded me of some of my poems ... anyways nice write .. life is all about spur of moment..
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