Tired of feeling the same,
everything was a mess,
wanted to know the truth,
she knew it was a bitter fruit.
months passed by,
still she couldn't find the answer,
what did she miss,
after the last kiss.
the day in the chapel,
and her wonderful white gown,
blood stains all over ,
a tombstone, a flower.
~ Mansi Gupta.
everything was a mess,
wanted to know the truth,
she knew it was a bitter fruit.
months passed by,
still she couldn't find the answer,
what did she miss,
after the last kiss.
the day in the chapel,
and her wonderful white gown,
blood stains all over ,
a tombstone, a flower.
~ Mansi Gupta.
Awesome.Checked out a couple of them,truly the 'different shades of ink':)
ReplyDeleteThank you, this means a lot :)
DeleteActually.. It's a nice poem. Keep up the good work man
ReplyDeleteThank you so much :D
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