You breach my privacy, always
You breach when it rains
When I cry in pain
When my pillow gets drenched with my tears' stain
Leave my head and heart
How much more should I be apart
I talk with you, to you, for you, about you
To myself in the mirror
Isn't the mirror and the girl inside
Forget what they should do
Instead of showing what is as it is
It shows what is not as it is
YOU ARE READING
GREY | POETRY COLLECTION |
Puisi" Humans have more shades Than on the colour palatte of an artist" Grey, is a mixture of darkness and light, happiness and sadness, black and white. It is a peaceful place where one hides, cries, smiles laughs without anyone knowing. Grey is us. W...
