Lighting my trust
Enriching the glam of sparkles
You were always an aura
A single candle light monsoon
And some infinities juvenile
For me, a dream, a thunder , a prose.
YOU ARE READING
NOT FLAWLESS ENOUGH
PoetryNone of us are actually flawless, How much ever we try to make ourselves believe we are perfect, we are amazing.. we'll still be carrying the scars of our own lives and the glories of someone else's But we still try to be flawless, hiding all the m...
