The clock's hands ticked; it was the end of the night.
Multiple colors painted the pitch black sky.
You pulled me closer, and I got locked in your embrace.
I always hated the loud noise of the last December nights.
but for once, I find myself enjoying the noise while watching the fireworks......
.......In the reflection of your eyes
YOU ARE READING
Immortalized Gentleman
PoetryA book that will never be marked as completed until my very last breath as I decide to write about you as long as I live. The immortalized gentleman that the world knows but still remains mysterious and unknown. My eternal subject, my muse. ________...
