Ruffled in red, lips the same hue She sits at a table, once meant for two The champagne, now gone, an empty glass Waiting beside her, this sorrowful lass Hopes of togetherness, no longer exist He left her for another, his secret tryst She lays down her head, as sleep settles in And dreams of […]
via Once Meant for Two ~ #poetry of lost love #RomanticTuesday — Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos
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