A never ending lie sealed with love and hope,
Casted around my heart,
Cherished me with solace of warmth,
Promised me an enamored treasure of amour.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PoetryA soul of a writer, a poet, an artist never dies they are immortal cause they carry a magic of ink splattered on paper. ♡♡♡ Somewhere deep there lies the raging ocean of emotions beneath us, So maybe tracing do...
