Dear Allah...
I trade on a path of white and black
Sometimes I blame my luck
Can't differentiate between my wants and need
I prefer sitting in the darkness with a book to read
"You can't keep hiding from this world"
Those words seeps into my heart cold
Solitude is where my solace lies
YOU ARE READING
MIDNIGHT MIND
Poetrywriting words that the heart utters The thoughts the minds ponders The verses the mouth is too ashamed to mutter
