You were an illusion.
Deceptive.
Just like when it's dark, squinting at the scars can make them look like open wounds.Our past together was short.
At times it doesnt feel like it ever happened.

YOU ARE READING
Pain Within The Heart
PoetryShort poems. Just my thoughts. Just my life. Just me finding happiness.
Illusions
You were an illusion.
Deceptive.
Just like when it's dark, squinting at the scars can make them look like open wounds.Our past together was short.
At times it doesnt feel like it ever happened.