YOU WERE ALWAYS DIFFERENT
You thought you were a wilted flower, in a garden of bloom. But to my eyes, you were the rose that defies the gloom. You thought you were the sun ray, lost in the sea. But I'll always pray, to find you till the end of my story. You thought you were the wound, that'll never get healed. But you were the moon, that made my blood congealed.
Ad
Poetry Books 50% Off
Bestselling collections from top poets
Shop Now →
