As I look into your deep round eyes,
in the cold rainy evening,
as I bumped into you on our usual street,
my tears threatened to fall.
Because I know and then concede,
that look in your eyes,
it somehow means a lot of things,
but then, as I stared at you
as the clock strikes 11:11,
it really does tell me,
that it's the end of us.
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Cries at Midnight
Poetry[Highest Rank: #2 in Poems, #1 in Lyric] Collection of Poetries and Prose. I wonder why most people write when they were sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and not when they were at their happiest moment. Then I realized, maybe it's because whenever w...
