Together.

‘You aren’t meant to be’, they said.
Everyday a reflection of their speech.
Left us morose together, morose alone.

We were happy together.
We saw it in each others’ eyes
Parted lips, scented cologne.

There are no signs, you say?
What matters The Universe?
For we, together, defy it.

Valentine’s Week Challenge: Seven Poems For Seven Days. (Day Two)
Another original

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About TheBlackWallflower

I'm just your average unique person. I love to read and write (no surprises there, eh?) and think a lot. I adore Rowling and think Harry Potter should be a religion. I also hate pink. I love fluff generally because it makes me feel intelligent and I love poetry because it makes me feel different. (yes, references.) I'm married to Sirius Black. So I sign myself as The Bitch alarmingly often. Oh, and I love Mr. Darcy. And Jo Longo. And Chandler Bing. And Sherlock. (Yes, I'm a fantard.) And in case you want to drop in a good, or a critical word, feel free to email me: theblackwallflower@gmail.com OR, follow me on Twitter: @WallflowerBlack Enough with the babble. OkBye. View all posts by TheBlackWallflower

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