My Writing

Lonely as a Cloud

It wandered lonely as a cloud
The last remnants of will you marry me
Slowly melting away into the blue
The faded letters revealing the sadness
There would be no happy ending
There would be no ‘I do’
A forlorn wanna be groom and a defiant not ready bride
Splitting the bill of their lives
Seeing each other for the last time

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