There was no hello in the first verse
Just blank stares and awkward hands
On the refrain, there was a tragedy
Before the chorus would revive you
There was a different smile in the second verse
It was a familiar tune I can't remember
On the refrain, there was a tragedy
Until the chorus could no longer revive you
You stopped and stared
You said you needed more words
You needed more melodies
There you were
Sitting on a stone bench
Waiting for a girl
With the ending of your song
But I was your refrain
And the chorus divided us
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
