Mithila Gogate posted under Poetry

Engraving our names in the wood Building castles in the air We promised to be forever For better or worse, time or tide. Unbeknownst, we drifted away Now we are strangers across the room I don’t know where to start again Coz I never knew where it ended   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!