White is innocent.
How you try to hide between them,
They still showed you.
White as the clouds,
Perfectly puffy they were.
How i loved the perfect white,
you showed,
how it has no dirt,
no spots,
just perfection.
But
We shall never forget,
White lies were bullets,
that hurts,
from all who envy us.
YOU ARE READING
Little did i know
PoetryLittle did i know is a lil poem, poetry, thoughts, sayings about how life is like. Its just a rollercoaster ride :D Your happiness and sadness friend [ dont judge a book by its viewers ]
