Then there are those
Who were meant to be left
Alone
an untouched mystery
The fluorescent enigma
So eccentric
That gleam
Awfully fascinating
But too mean, those bite back
When all goes bad
Those who were a mystery
Once impeccable
The beauty
No longer beautiful
Now you don't feel
No longer they appeal
YOU ARE READING
Melancoly
Poesíasimply sad poetry. ______ set your background black and read if you hurt too but smile now this one's for you -2:05 am
