Jul 11, 2020
1 min read
Waiting for the move!
a free verse poem
’tis ending, crumbling into pieces,
why does it end?
why does the blossoming love,
turn into a tragedy of love?
we all wait for the first move,
from the other person,
this ego, this sense of an unspoken rule,
why should i speak first, why should i lose,
this waiting game tones that spark down…
