They both wore masks,
All their lives,
Her’ s an alluring shade
Of peacock, covered with diamonds,
And subtle secrets
Whispered in your ears.
His,
An dull grey,
Filled with business,
And dullness.
One day,
They looked each in other in the eyes,
And discovered a passion,
Bright as fireflies.
They called it
Love.
YOU ARE READING
Naive
PuisiWORDS WERE THE LIFEBLOOD OF POETRY, AND I REMAINED SILENT. A collection of poetry. For the people who don't feel at home in their own skin, for the poets, for the people who are depressed, for the people who aren't depressed, for the people with wo...
