Prompt 30
30.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
“Funeral Blues” - W. H. Auden suggested by mme_riphaldin
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
“Funeral Blues” - W. H. Auden suggested by mme_riphaldin