Everytime there is a thought,
That peeks into my heart,
I realise that I am looking forward to,
The day we will meet in future.
Like a small little wish I make,
Everytime I see a shooting star,
It's always that simple yet complicated,
This little wish of my heart.
I hope that you are doing well,
Hope you are happy with six friends,
Your smile I see painted,
Hope it is genuine.
Write whenever you feel lonely,
For I am writing to you always,
Maybe someday I will be lucky enough,
To read it sitting in our bed.
Under the lamp in our room,
While you are sleeping right beside me,
I'll see you closer than ever,
Thinking it must be a red string.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Our Violet Walls
PoesíaBook #1 in the 'Coloured After Party' Poetry Series. 'Coloured After Party' is my second poetry series after my debut one known as 'If Only Happiness...' When everyone leaves, the night gets lonely with every passing minute. Keeping us in dilemma of...
