I barely even knew you,
yet every time I walk by that lame where we met,
the one with an absurdly long cocktail and way too many gathering ,
I silently cringe.
I hate when anyone suggests me to go there, not because I associate it with you,
but because that place just sucks bcz of dirry gathering.
It’s like we were meant to meet in the worst situation known to man kind.
Now that I think about it,
there was a blizzard that time internally.
You should’ve just stayed in.
That was the omen (friend’s)that warned me,
But instead of this i’m going to get hurt myself.
This poem, ‘ThErAuPtIc…LoVe-III’ is under copyright of LoOsEaCtIoN.
&_Keshav Sawarn |
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