Thorns

Surrealism by  KnownStranger


Stolen moments and kisses that made the day.
Without warning, vanished as quickly as they came.
An ocean of tears, waking to a forgotten name.
Love struck with promises of a better tomorrow.
On the way out left hankies and pillows,
drowning in the puddles of despair.

©2019 KnownStranger

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