her favourite quote

The scent of a burnt cigarette wouldn’t linger

As she would in my mind

And the tempest of her rage

Is more than what anyone could tread

But with eyes so deep

The waves of her glimpse

Entrances

And her company always so infinite

with part of her so impulsive

and the rest she kept inhibited

Should’ve done what pleased herself

i always wished that she did

and i hope she does

Now

Nostalgia with a gaze upon the mirror

Reeks only of HER at times

Reflection of only words

Reminder of what she meant

and it needn’t be explained

It was her favourite quote

“love is just a fallacy”

Advertisements

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 )

Twitter picture

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

Facebook photo

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

Google+ photo

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

Connecting to %s