The world witnesses the roses
But dig deep.
Deep enough that you see darkness.
Darkness so dark that
The girl who cries
Is not seen by the world.
The excruciating pain
That she witholds
During every conversation,
The tears that never poured out.
How could she cry in front of the world?
While they thought she was made of stone,
She too was tender at heart.
There will come a time
When she would say no
A no thay would be listened to
And understood and acted upon.
YOU ARE READING
A Storm of Thoughts
PoesíaWhy remain dormant when you can burst out and let the world know?
