Poetry

The Last

You were the One, the last,

those things we dreamed did come to pass.

You fantasized. That’s all it took.

To lock our stories in a book.

Your muse, My Queen, forever yours.

I crave to sign your name once more.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s