A genuine smile was given,
A merry laugh was shared,
He gave them back completely,
All but not the same.
Something was off,
Something was empty,
That was what he believed,
That was what he knew.
He never saw her,
The girl who drew colors,
Of him who was black and white,
That him who was feeling blue.
She smiled at him once again,
But he never looked back the same way again,
For he knew he might fell,
With the girl who was once just a friend.
YOU ARE READING
The Dancing Fire and The Broken Bridges
PoetryThe fire danced, Beyond the heavens. It was high, And it can't see sadness. The time has come, The bridge was broken. It can't see light, And it felt lonely once again. - A compilation of my poems. May or may not match your mood. Still worth a read.
