Teardrops In The Champagne
My entry in Andy an my poem/rhyme challenge.
Teardrops In TheChampagne Our place that we first met, Has closed and is no more. I enter what is left of it, Stepping through its shattered door. As I gaze upon the dust covered tables, And the paint peeling off the walls. I remember the day you proposed to me, And other memories that recalls. Now here I stand in the darkened gloom; I know not what to do. Those feelings of sorrow within this old heart, My love, I so miss...
