The House At The Corner Of The Street
There's a house at the corner of the street,
right now it might be covered with bushes and not so neat.
But the house was a fairytale once in my life,
It had golden chairs,golden bed and even a golden knife.
It had all those people attracted towards it,
He,who owned the house was ofcourse a popular shit.
Handsome as fire and bad as hell,
For his crystal eyes and damned smile I fell.
We danced to our song at that late night,
Your hands were on my chest, my red dress was just so tight.
The chandelier dimmed and I could even smell your scent,
You pulled me inwards with a slight bent.
It was late and our lips were just so close,
I gasped and you smiled and then there it goes.
You're lips were racing mine,you were looking just so hot,
And that's how we danced that night on that very spot.
Cus that house is not just a building,it's an emotion that I felt,
It's a place so pure where our love truly dwelt.
I can still remember those roses and how you gave them to me,
and now I give white roses
to your grave that you'll never see.
But I'll want you to know what I saw that night dancing together,
I saw an eternity of you and me forever.
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Dhrati Tewari