Your face when you're with your family,
Your face when you're with your friends,
Your face when you're with you lover,
That's fake.
Maybe,
Just maybe,
If you want to see your real face,
You should go to the mirror
At 2 a.m, crying and sobbing
Wondering how could life be so harsh
But then you go to sleep.
And when you're awake in the morning,
Your real face has gone.
And now you wait for 2 a.m
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryYour life is a line, And you put those line In the form of words. And you express your life, With the line you wrote Written by a sinful hand But an innocent eye. Thoughts of a butterfly, Written with the language Of the lion Poems are mine except...
