Soulmates don't exist,
Just like their smile - not once did they
Look at me and laugh
Leaving all my hysterical attempts in vain
For a long while had we talked,
They looked at me and worded
"Grab a bottle of honey, would you?"
I set on the task without a second thought
Just when I was about to,
Take the bottle within my hands,
I fell with a huge thud and
My back sobbed in it's fallen disgrace
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Found Under Moonlight | ✔
PoetryThis is my fifth poetry book, I'm trying something new - it was one long story expressed in a poetic form. The smoke traced the air I breathe Trying to find it's way back to me - Yuti
