Monologue.
Is it love?
Every day, Every moment.
Coincidence.
Perfect.
Ordinary goodbye.
Should we kiss first?
YOU ARE READING
Under the Midnight Sky
PoetryA collection of memories from the forgotten past. A reminiscent of savored moments which never seemed to last. A tapestry of emotions woven into art. A fragment of soul from a fading heart.
Awkward Love.
Monologue.
Is it love?
Every day, Every moment.
Coincidence.
Perfect.
Ordinary goodbye.
Should we kiss first?
