Sands of time,
Slipping through my fingers;
Bit by bit, l am letting go,
Of every moment,
That I promised to always cherish.
And when you see me,
Burying the dead moments,
That I spent with you,
You thinkI didn't mean it,
But in reality,
You were my entire universe,
And actually I was the one,
Who didn't mean anything to you.
YOU ARE READING
THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
