Quote of the day:
Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures.
At the far end of the room.
Black colored chairs leaning against white walls.
There you were all alone.
A little red rose growing in concrete.
I longed to touch your petals.
To feel them against my fingers.
To inhale your scent.
And let the smell linger.
Soft and vulnerable.
So detailed yet so beautiful.
I took a few steps your way.
Ready to take you far away.
But alas, someone else came along.
I was too late...all i can say is -so long.
Current Listen:- Adele -Turning Tables