Paris Will Never Be The Same
More of a lost love poem than a love poem...where is Paris anyway?
I returned to Paris as in days gone by,Now that I’m here, I’m not sure why,For the city that once felt like home,Is a joyless place when you’re alone.I can’t help but recall the older days,Of sipping wine in corner cafes,Romantic dinners by candle light,That lasted well into the night.The walks along the river Seine,Huddled together against the rain,Hand in hand we’d stroll the street,Stealing kisses, so discrete.Now as I...