When I ask you the simplest of questions
I see in your eyes the incoherence with your words
Failing to see the reasons of your behavior
Aggravation pores from eyes of my dearest friend, you
That I have known from the longest of times
Now ellipsis have form our tightest bond
No need to really ask you your doings
Your eye speaks of the sleepless nights and the floods that came are yet to come
But please, do not lie to me with your mouth if I see another answer
Spoken eyes of the one who with lying words tries to tell you that everything is ok.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Mysteries
شِعرPoetry is a fine way to tell you exactly who I am. And yet, you'd still be clueless. But of course, prove me wrong.
