Like a clock striking twelve,
I keep coming back to you
and we keep meeting
only for a little while
Only to be parted again.
Won’t it be better for both of us
if we stopped coming back altogether?
But no, our lives would stop
we’d lose meaning, if we stopped.
© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]
Perhaps
LikeLiked by 1 person
Simply beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing this.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m glad you liked it 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love this piece!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is great!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you 🙂
LikeLike