The lights on the tree,
A kiss under the stars,
A time for love and hope,
A day that's fully ours,
We had the world in our hands,
What did we do?
We took the town by storm,
Just me and you.
Under the flickering bulbs,
That used to shine so bright,
Live the faded remains,
Of a cold winters night.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThere is a small thread between truth and lies, between love and hate and between you and I. However, the thread can easily be broken; that's when life begins. I'm school, you read. You've spend hours reading 1,000 year old poems and studying author...
