under your eyelids,
i know you're hiding
sceneries out there,
hundred waterfalls, am i right?
under your feisty mouth,
i know you're hiding
poetries you've never been told yesterday
that it became a book full of magics.
under your fierce looking face,
i know you're hiding
under a mask just to cover up
everything you wanted to keep.
what lays under you | alasxs
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Poems As Her Therapy
PoetryWhen you're depressed, it is greatly advised to take therapies with a psychologist and so she tried but even psychologist can't take her wounds into peace so she just grabbed her pen under her old bed and stroke words just like how she used to and t...
