She was a thin glass of red wine-
I was not supposed to hold,
For my grip is too lose, or too tight-
Ended up shattering into a million pieces;
Spilling all over the white rug,
I was in the gown with a tippet of tulle, still unstained-
So a maid came by,
"What a waste, it was red wine!"
A/N: Never ever ignore your intuition, for it never lies.
ESTÁ A LER
𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 | Poetry
PoesiaHighest ranks #1 Poetry (Feb, May 2024) #1 sadpoems (Feb2024) #2 darkpoems (May2024) #3 sonnet (Feb2024) Welcome to my world~ You are about to dive into a collection of my Soul Fragments I update whenever I get a new emotion <3
