People comes, people goes
As they are
As they pretend to be.
But I like to see
Beyond their eyes,
To know them better
To know what they hides.
Tell me the secrets
Your mouth shuts,
And your heart wants to screams out.
What your eyes are telling me
In night whispers.
What your soul wants
To get free of it.
Maybe I'll find the answers,
In the little lyrics of your book.
But I'll never know the truth,
If you try to cover up
With a fake attitude.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. Fiction and memories: which is what?
PoetryAll my thoughts, everything I've lived and felt about it, are on this pages. Hope you enjoy it and feel identified with it. Obra registrada en safe creative, bajo el número de registro: 1411282612680 Todos lo derechos reservados.
