I was quiet.
I was shy.
You made me nervous.
I know why.
It wasn't because of intoxicating liquids.
Neither was it because of nature’s highs.
It was simply because of you.
You, with your devious & cosmic eyes
YOU ARE READING
Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoetryThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
