I sat,
holding on to worry,
fearing the worst,
you allowed me,
to imagine,
you're utmost hurt-
and you left without
not a signal,
or single reason why,
while you danced through the flowers,
on a meaningless goodnight.
YOU ARE READING
Existent
PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.