A Glance
On a sunny Friday morning
They stole glances at a library
They held the other's favorite author
But spoke not a word
And walked home silently
'Perfect' is all they thought
On a cloudy Sunday afternoon
They met again at the library
They liked the same books
And the same movies
They exchanged numbers
And walked home with a smile
On a stormy Monday evening
They fought
As opinions clashed
They went home sobbing
And that was that
They were just as different
As they were similar
Disclaimer: Views expressed above are the author's own.
Posted By ऋचा प्रभुदेसाय | 07 Feb '16 18:35 | 0 Comments