Black,
Your eyes was pure black.
It told me one thousand different stories about you,
But too bad, I can't be seen in any one of them.
-14/5/2017
YOU ARE READING
Veni, Vidi, Amavi.
PoetryI come, I saw, I loved. - A paragraph of words, described with a sprinkle of affection, a tablespoon of happiness, three teaspoons of tears, and a lot more. Not exactly a poetry but, can't say it's not a poetry either. 2017©Fauzialiefa A...
