Does it hurt?
No.
It does hurt, right?
No.
You're hurting.
No, I'm not.
Yes, you do.
No, I said.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of the Soul
PuisiOur soul is like an ocean full of deep secrets, hidden fears, demons, and angels lurking at the depth of our being. If eyes are the window of the soul, then where would be the door? ------------------- Collection of poems, words left unsaid, words...
