You don't know darling,
His words are sweet,
Layered with colourful topplings,
A disillusioning blanket,
Concealing his lies and deceptions.
You need to know darling,
See through his blue eyes,
You'll see a year of heartbreaks,
Awaiting for you.
YOU ARE READING
In the Midst of Crowd
PoetrySome unshared thoughts that are begging to be expressed, not orally, but through the beauty of words.
