The once was
is gone
a rumor
like smoke rings
escaping your lips on
a summer’s day where
those thought to be in love
admit defeat exhaling it
As if it were
the temporary
renamed as forever.
The once was
is gone
a rumor
like smoke rings
escaping your lips on
a summer’s day where
those thought to be in love
admit defeat exhaling it
As if it were
the temporary
renamed as forever.
Loved it.
Thank you for your comment, Nikki.