Feb 2
Stars shine through,
Future in view.
I say,
It won't be you.
Yet, underneath the pouring rain,
Roofs shall bear pain.
Longing still...
For it be untrue.
Future in view.
I say,
It won't be you.
Yet, underneath the pouring rain,
Roofs shall bear pain.
Longing still...
For it be untrue.
A poem dedicated to my special someone with someone else as its special someone.
