On the window sill along with mine,
Very close towards you I incline.
By writing beside mine, your name,
My beats play a little love game.
My eyes dance imagining our fairytale,
Something which in my reverie would never fail.
But the wind blows away your name,
Taking away my glamour, my fame.
The letters belonging to me cry in pain,
Slowly, they are washed away by the rain.
And once again the window sill,
Sits in solitude, absolutely still.
~*~
{ I thought you were my fairytale. Instead, you were just a lesson. A lesson which taught me to never love again. }
9th may,2017.
9:50 pm