I walked inside that room.That room full of strange eyes looking at me.
You walked inside that room.
I saw the strangest eyes looking curiously at me.
Those eyes, the most beautiful of all I have ever seen.
YOU ARE READING
When Boredom Strikes
PoetryThe sun sets. The darkness came. When boredom strikes, I think of you all over again. Then creativity starts, the journey to memory lane now begins. _______ N.B: Keep reading. May you enjoy this roller coaster ride! -Marjwiiitty